Open me carefully
So I won't get torn apart
Turn my pages gently
And read on through my heart

My first few pages are missing
They tell how I was written
But if you'll keep on reading
You'll see how my soul was beaten

There are bitter sweet stains
On that old dirty white paper
These folding mark remains
They all fade away later

You can touch my words
And feel who I have been
Your fingers walk inside my world
Through all the things I've seen

My last few pages are empty
Waiting for my destiny's pen
My story's end can be happy
Even if there will be pain

Close me with a smile
And put me back on the shelf
Hope I was interesting for a while
Now go write about yourself.