A closed book

Yeah, deal is lately, deal is lately I'm a man of my word, girl believe that I'm a closed book but somehow you learn to read that Know that I should relax, hate the way I react

Dark vixen So I'mma go get her but not yet Like a closed book Mystic Do you wanna read between the lines

I’m delusional? Every night you call covertly And will you say to him that we’re a closed book? That your friends are picking you up to take you home?

and you're punishment for me And for you I am just a closed book

I'm not an angel, I'm not a saint I've been a closed book full of mistakes But when you're broken, when you're in pain

It seems that everything is the same but something has changed, something stays in the air and has interpret us, maybe are the little words from a closed book or is just the sea breath like a withe petal.

You've stretched my language out There's nothing to read, you're a closed book I'm a parody, everything I say has been recycled

The path of happiness doesn't have a time nor an address We are like a closed book which contains secrets But when the wind comes, we are all one

Death is twenty years old It's a sword blow in spring A closed book before it was finished

Manchester isn't for me A closed book without pages Liverpool is already sinking

It's said we only see black and white, but I could only see grey I've done a lot of things that I regret now And I think my life was like a closed book, but then you came

Two wine glasses are beside a closed book

And now the faces are blank, shiny, and dead I don't recognize a thing, I can't recall them A closed book, that I can never, never read again

With a gold bullet, it aims at the shadows And you're within it, living fairy tale, In a closed book that you refuse to open.

A closed book is my life, I've seen it, oh if only I could see the last page,

Mister bookseller in the rain Let me in I'm a closed book too

Like an empty sack A flower without a meadow Like a closed book I

My life is not a holiday but a ceremony I am the withering, drying rose in the middle of a closed book My rose, what you're doing is persecution

Can I go forward Or am I trapped inside a closed book?

Misjudging my character and misinterpret me lyrically How can you see me, if you don't look ? Stop tryin' to read me, I'm a closed book You say you're not afraid but