Chapters

I've read your script 100 times, Exhausted scenarios in my mind, So every time you took a step, A page would turn with ink still wet... You've been down this road before, The book you bind is just a door, With empty contents filled inside, And chapters hid between your lies... So you trade your ink for lead, More easy to erase instead, Of dealing with more permanent, At the cost of what was writ.... But I see through your charade, I've read your index to evade, The time it takes to learn the truth, So your mistakes preserve my youth... And when its all but said and done, I close the novel you've become, Without taking a second look, I chose to read a better book...