I read this book everyday, I don't know why
Each time's the same, every turn of the page
Maybe a glimmer of hope, maybe that it'll change
That the story will end happily, and that's how it'd remain
But it's not how it is, this tragic story is stained
Filled with remorse, no regret, and all the world's pain
Love seems to be only a myth, where happiness is slain
