Paper inked with love

I used to write so many things
I used to smile, I used to sing
I used to be so very happy
I used to be…
And then you trapped me

The piece of paper
On the table
A little story
Of a traitor

Written lines
On the purest heart
Written lines
To lie about

I was the paper
You were the words
You violate me
So I got lost

I am the memory
You are the ghost
I won't be treasuring
Not anymore

You inked the paper
You inked my soul
It won't get better
It won't let go

They will retell this story
The piece of paper gonna burn to ash
And we will shine in endless glory
But it will never heal this painful gash