Born to Write
Every time I close my eyes
Every time the lights not bright
I can see you wondering
Every time you leave me here
Every time you close the door
I embrace the darkness
Is it a cage you lock me in
Or are these chains of memories
I cannot break free and clear
So take my heart and leave behind
The memories we made in life
And just leave me wondering
We may not be born to love
But we were born to write
Our own stories, dreams and lives
And when you go and take it too far
When you go and realise
That I've finally seen the light
There's no coming back this time
You've played me for a fool in life
And now the doors wide open
I've packed my bags and left behind
Left the memories and lies
And left you wondering
We may not be born to love
But we were born to write
Our 'own' stories, dreams and lives
Have could you not have see the signs
My heart was breaking every time
And my pride was crumbling
The plans we made just hopes of times
Of when we could of lived a life
Devoid of all this torment
The dreams we shared dissolved and gone
I know we tried but life moves on
And the passion eroded
We may not be born to love
But we were born to write
Our own stories, dreams and lives
Every time the lights not bright
I can see you wondering
Every time you leave me here
Every time you close the door
I embrace the darkness
Is it a cage you lock me in
Or are these chains of memories
I cannot break free and clear
So take my heart and leave behind
The memories we made in life
And just leave me wondering
We may not be born to love
But we were born to write
Our own stories, dreams and lives
And when you go and take it too far
When you go and realise
That I've finally seen the light
There's no coming back this time
You've played me for a fool in life
And now the doors wide open
I've packed my bags and left behind
Left the memories and lies
And left you wondering
We may not be born to love
But we were born to write
Our 'own' stories, dreams and lives
Have could you not have see the signs
My heart was breaking every time
And my pride was crumbling
The plans we made just hopes of times
Of when we could of lived a life
Devoid of all this torment
The dreams we shared dissolved and gone
I know we tried but life moves on
And the passion eroded
We may not be born to love
But we were born to write
Our own stories, dreams and lives
Credits
Writer(s): Jason Penna
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