There? s nothing worse than a life Filled with empty pages Laid to rest with a pen that I could never use to write with And there? s things I can? t change And things I can? t stop There? s things I don? t know That I? m still uncertain about But then there? s love There? s nothing worse than a life Void of any memories Just closed eyes with nothing behind Like a curtain drawn in front of a black sea And there? s things I can? t change And things I can? t stop There? s things I don? t know That I? m still uncertain about But then there? s love And I? m scared of being remembered I? m frightened of the things we forget I? m pleading with the morning To hold off with the sunset? I? m not ready yet There? s nothing worse than a life Filled with empty pages Laid to rest with a pen And I? m scared of being remembered?