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Call me Blank,
This is the story of my life,
It starts with a sheet of paper,
An empty score and a pen,
There's this kid sitting at a desk,
He picks it up and starts to test himself,
Quarter note here beside the half rest,
He stops short and puts it on the shelf.

Each life is a piece of music yet to be composed
Each person a falling petal off of someone else's rose,
Each moment a chance to let yourself fly.
Each breath hoping to have your breath taken away.

Halfway through there's a girl,
An empty canvas is a place to play,
She went wild and slipped away,
Day after day after day,
Then once upon a time there were no more days.

Each life is a piece of music yet to be composed
Each person a falling petal off of someone else's rose,
Each moment a chance to let yourself fly.
Each breath wanting to have your breath taken away.

And now come to today,
Still just waiting for everything to fade to grey,
There's a girl with a pen that glows,
She's writes her stories with a cursive that flows,
The knight in shining white armor steals the day,
The ink runs as the tears drop,
Every word she writes breaks her heart,
She tears each page she writes apart.

Each life is a piece of music yet to be composed
Each person a falling petal off of someone else's rose,
Each moment a chance to let yourself fly.
Each breath having your breath taken away.
Keep on hoping that the things you need will stay,
Hope is the only thing that's truly yours at the end of the day.

Description
Call me Blank,
This is the story of my life,
It starts with a sheet of paper,
An empty score and a pen,
There's this kid sitting at a desk,
He picks it up and starts to test himself,
Quarter note here beside the half rest,
He stops short and puts it on the shelf.

Each life is a piece of music yet to be composed
Each person a falling petal off of someone else's rose,
Each moment a chance to let yourself fly.
Each breath hoping to have your breath taken away.

Halfway through there's a girl,
An empty canvas is a place to play,
She went wild and slipped away,
Day after day after day,
Then once upon a time there were no more days.

Each life is a piece of music yet to be composed
Each person a falling petal off of someone else's rose,
Each moment a chance to let yourself fly.
Each breath wanting to have your breath taken away.

And now come to today,
Still just waiting for everything to fade to grey,
There's a girl with a pen that glows,
She's writes her stories with a cursive that flows,
The knight in shining white armor steals the day,
The ink runs as the tears drop,
Every word she writes breaks her heart,
She tears each page she writes apart.

Each life is a piece of music yet to be composed
Each person a falling petal off of someone else's rose,
Each moment a chance to let yourself fly.
Each breath having your breath taken away.
Keep on hoping that the things you need will stay,
Hope is the only thing that's truly yours at the end of the day.