I'm an open book, can you read my pages, is there no understanding like it's a different language
Did you look at the cover and imagine you knew the body, now that you know do you think it’s a parody
Did you read the synopsis on the back, come on did you even open the book a crack.
Let me guess did the cover with long legs in stilettos hold you in rapture, did you think the rest of the book was empty chapters.
The scenes in my life can be just as different as a book, when you turn the page there’s always an alternative look.
Shoot there’s more to me; this may be my documentary, with a lil comedy,
I can tell you there’s definitely a variety, of emotions you may feel when you are curled up with me on a rainy night, and you know everything is just right.
You open me up and delve inside, I stimulate your mind with my phrases, you think "oh no" it's too much have to deal with her in stages.
Then one day you realize this not just her show, like the Never-ending Story we create the plot as we go
Sometimes there will be an easy flow, or a lull in the story that makes it go slow, other times you will take it all in stride, then there’s the time where the meaning of a section is so obscure that you know there was something to hide, and now we trying to read between the lines
How confused are we, what is the plot of this story, I guess this is the part where it becomes a mystery,
But these are just chapters and they do come to an end, as we go on to a new chapter we are reminded of why we began.
you start you life just like a story, not knowing in the beginning if it was going to end with glory or it being gory. So the next time someone says they are a open book, judge not first, peak inside and actually take a look.
