I forgot how easy it was to write down words on a page
Because I have always focused on the difficulty of trying to find what to say upon it.
For there are billions of things that can be written on a piece paper
So where would I even begin
And where will it end
Will my inner thoughts change, as I flip through the pages of my 5th-grade notebook
Will my heart still belong to you
Will I learn to go on if you leave my side
Or will I be chained to the words I've written down
On the first page of my story
