Novel

I'm no good at hiding I could never tell a lie So I opened up a notebook someone gave and started writing I never left an empty page without some truth behind it So it's true, or is it true I'm no good at singing Or any form of art So I crumpled up some pages and tore up this paper heart No one gets to know the words I swiftly tore apart Except for you, except for you I had trouble lighting a fire up inside me Burning blue I've got no use for writing a novel without finding words For you It's getting late out There's a canvas up above Waiting to be filled with broken hearts and sunken love I wouldn't need a telescope, a pen is just enough To think of you, to think of you I had trouble lighting the fire up inside me Burning blue I've got no use for writing a novel without finding words For you For you For you For you For you, for you