Regrets are of no use. Regrets are of no use.

Your books feeling safe. Your books feeling safe.

Whom did I say? About my intact life. Whom did I say? About my intact life.

The pages still unfilled, for I know not how to complete... The pages still unfilled, for I know not how to complete...

A sweet smell still smears over the pages When the memories are recollected A sweet smell still smears over the pages When the memories are recollected

If you make me feel, you could be on the pages I bleed into If you make me feel, you could be on the pages I bleed into