Pages to my life,
Didn't think I'd be here twice.
Repeating my old mistakes,
That I thought would fade away.

What's the point of a prologue?
If we're still stuck with the ending?
Cause I don't wanna flip through the pages
To find out I'm an antagonist,
Didn't sign up to be a villain
But it's my happiness I keep killing.

What's the point of opening a book?
With no interesting hook.
They say don't judge a book by its cover,
But I'm empty all over.