Lyric

The heart is like a diary, white and brand new

Starting from a blank space, waiting for the view

As I travel through this journey, every single day

The story writes itself along the way

On these precious pages, precious and so rare

I don't want any scribbles, I don’t want them there

I don’t want to mark it, don’t want to leave a stain

I just want the beauty, without the lingering pain

The ink on the heart, the graffiti in my mind

Try to scrub it away, but the traces stay behind

I can’t tear out the pages, I can’t throw them in the fire

I’m trapped in this story, stuck with the desire

If only I could wipe the slate, if only I could start

But I’m bound to the entries in the diary of my heart

They say the joy will linger, a memory in the light

But the sorrow keeps on staying, burning through the night

We’re such absurd creatures, broken and so deep

Caught in the promises we fail to keep

Human memory is a diary so wide

But I can’t choose the moments where I want to hide

I can’t just keep the happy, and let the darkness go

If only I could edit, if only I could know

If only I could choose the path, if only it were true

If only I could wipe it all, and start the world anew

If only I could start the world anew