Turn The Page.

As I wrote down my feelings.
I truly couldn’t see,
Who you were to me.
I’m not going to lie, I hurt deep down inside.
But I refuse to lay down and die.
I’m turning the page.

We’ve never met,
And your love is simply a fantasy.
I’ll cling to my heart,
And encase my own life with art.

I’m turning the page.
As the story seems to flow.
I’m turning the page.
As my story seems to grow.
Yeah, I’ve turned that page.

I’ve framed you with art.
I stare at all of my dreams,
Nothing’s as it truly seems.
I’ve lied in my past, I’ve sadly at times finished last.
But I will not settle down and cry.
I’m turning the page.

We’ve never met,
And bitterness takes a bite from my soul.
I’ll cling to my words,
And frame myself with my creativity.

I’m turning the page.
As the story seems to flow.
I’m turning the page.
As my story seems to grow.
Yeah, I’ve turned that page.

Although I’ve been taken, I’ve never been had.
No sense in hiding my pain or feeling sad.
You’re the lights within my windows,
Famed and hung in the dark.
I’m flicking the switch, turning on the light.
I’m turning the page.

I gave you a life, filled with fame and art.
Lent you my light, right from the start.
I’ll cling to the memories,
To heal my own heart.

I’m turning the page.
As the story seems to flow.
I’m turning the page.
As my story seems to grow.
Yeah, I’ve turned that page.

I’m turning the page.
As the story seems to flow.
I’m turning the page.
As my story seems to grow.
Yeah, I’ve turned that page.

I’m turning the page.
As the story seems to flow.
I’m turning the page.
As my story seems to grow.
Yeah, I’ve turned that page.