An open book

All that I see is this clever ending
Whenever I read all I do is compare my story to yours
Skip to the last chapter because I know the conclusion.
What would it take to make these blank pages complete?

I saved these poems to let you know, how much you mean to me, they're hidden in my heart
I sing these notes to let you know, how much you mean to me, they're from my heart

I open up to you, why don't you respond?

I'll say the words to direct illusion you admire
You'll be suspended in the air like ashes from a fire

No matter where you are
No matter near or far
I'll find a way
We don't have to hide ourselves from weakness

I open up to you, why don't you respond?
Why can't I get to you? You're all I have left.