Erase the lead(Leaving behind smudges)
Until the paper can't take it and rips(Wishing it were steel)
Sounding like a prelude to another melodramatic episode(A diary to be precise)

No,
This is real.
I'm just having a hard time
saying that I'm content,
because I'm not used to it.
For the first time I can remember,
I'm in love
and I love it.

Start over with a new page(Hoping for a different outcome)
And write those words over again(I love you)
Erasing the thought and keeping it inside(I should tell you first)