Margie - Heathers

If I was to tell you a story, would you keep it to yourself and not tell

anybody else?

Like you’ve done before

If I was to pass you on a secret would you lock it up and keep it in a room

full of keys So it wouldn’t get lost?

Well, I was walking down the road one day when I spied a building that had

fallen to decay

Underneath all the rocks and rubble and memories, were hundreds and billions of

forgotten stories

So I crawled inside and I gathered them up and I read what they said like

anybody would

To my surprise they just happened to be a complete mirror image of my life story

Do you realise that when you are young, you tend to take for granted what

everybody’s done?

Do you realise that when you are young, you tend to turn an eye from the things

that mean the most and

Do you realise that when you are young, the things you take so seriously mean

nothing at all

Do you realise that when you are young, the stories you recall are the

influential sort

So I, I went and told you that story, didn’t keep it to yourself went and told

everybody else.

To my surprise

But I, I didn’t let it get me down, I don’t often take these stories as they

clearly seem to sound.

Because most of the time they’re lies

Believe it or not I retraced my steps and I carried on walking back to where we

first met, the stories we shared strewn all over the ground.

The stories we

shared, I wish I’d never found

But I glued them back together, hoping everything would be better,

and we’d be back together.

Everything would be fine

These things are meant to happen.

And the evidence not forgotten.

Everything will be better, everything will be fine