You took my key, made of glass
And took a peek inside of my book
But you didn’t know about
All the damage that it took
You scratched my cover
Of a story you didn’t understand
You were scared of what you saw
And the key dropped out of your hand
It shattered into a million pieces
And I lost in you my trust
How can I fix this key
If all of it went to dust
No end to be unfold
Empty pages still remain
Of a story that hasn’t been told
But the key is hard to regain
You found my love
But didn’t use it like a pen
You used it like trash
And it will be hard to use it again…