Empty Pages

Boredom breaks aside the summer
Never even breathing
Doesn't care to find another
Living while he's sleeping

Fame is just around the corner
Waiting like his Angel
Cast aside and pressed to turn for
All the empty pages

Boredom breaks aside for nothing
Risking just an ego
Someone asks him to be part of
Something sweet but evil

Fame is just around the corner
Pieces of his spirit
Poured into a song that brought his name to be revered
With a dream