No point breaking the door to your heart

If the door refuses to be unlocked

Because if I insist, it will resists

And the cracks will spread beyond it

I know I'm nothing more than a line in your book

Neither within the room in your heart

Nor the slightest thought in your mind

Because there are things that make you blind

How could I go against fate

Why don't those memories sweptaway from my mind

Yeah, playback is such a waste

But there are other doors for me to open

P.S. This is just a fiction

=P