the book

i read your book, and i find it strange, that i know that girl and i know her world, a little too well, and i didn't know, by giving my hand, that i would be written down, sliced around, passed down, among strangers hands, three days in rome, where do we go, i'll always remember, three days in rome, never again, would i see your face, you carry a pen and a paper, and no time and words you waste, you're a voyeur, the worst kind of thief, to take what happened, to write down everything that went on, between you and me, three days in rome, and i stand alone, i'll always remember, three days in rome