Cry Me A River

Old Book

I'm just an old book,

An old book left untouched,

An old book that's half unread,

An old book with torn up pages,

Just a book with burnt up pages.

I'm not an open book,

I cannot be read,

They'll never understand,

What it's like to be me,

So they left me,

At the dusty bookshelf,

At the section where nobody could see.