In the quiet of the night, where shadows softly play
I trace the lines of memories that fade and drift away
You’re the chapter left unwritten, in a book I can’t retrieve
I’m just a story you’ll never read, a love you can’t perceive.

I linger in the margins of the pages that you’ve ignored
A tale of longing and of heartache, written and explored
But in your world of endless tales, I’m just a fleeting thought
A fleeting echo of a love that you’ve already forgot.

I’m just a story you’ll never read, a whisper in the wind
A plot that’s left untold, where the love we could have pinned
In the library of your heart, I’m a book that’s on the shelf
I’m just a story you’ll never read, a fable of myself.

I see you write your chapters with another’s gentle hand
While I’m lost in the margins of a love that’s never planned
Each line I penned for you is like a dream that’s gone astray
A narrative of hope that’s left to slowly fade away.

You’re lost in tales of laughter, where my voice can’t reach your ear
I’m a verse that’s left unfinished, with no audience to hear
In the storyline of your life, I’m a passage left unturned
A story of devotion that you’ve never really learned.

I’m just a story you’ll never read, a whisper in the wind
A plot that’s left untold, where the love we could have pinned
In the library of your heart,
I’m a book that’s on the shelf
I’m just a story you’ll never read, a fable of myself.

Maybe someday you’ll turn the page and find what’s left behind
A narrative of love and loss, a chapter redefined
But until that day arrives, I’ll remain a distant dream
A story in the shadows of a love that’s never seen.