Last evening I turned by the pages of time
And tore out the chapters when you were mine
I attempted to cut out the memories of you
And paste in some nuance, far better and true, true
I searched through the chapters, referring to hearts
Or the one with the caption, till death do us part
I ripped at each letter, and I tore at each word
I screamed at your memory, and nobody heard, nobody heard
But your memory's determined, and chances are few
Of my ever finding a replacement for you
It desperately clings to the floor of my mind
And fights for its place in the pages of time