What happens to all the words
That no one ever published?
Where do those words go?
Is there a graveyard for lost words
That never been told?
Is there a place for lost songs
That have been warped by time?

When I'm reading the words,
In my notebook,
I can feel how I'm living the moment again
I can feel myself rewriting the words in my mind

Then, I wonder where are the lost words
I've erased before vanishing to?
What happened to words
That never been lucky to be heard?
What happened to words without a melody?

For so long I've been searching for words
Trying to arrange them into songs,
So why am I being so mean to my production?