If you found a book about your life,

Would you read the book,

To discover your destiny,

To look at your cringes,

To cry at the misery’s created?

 

If you found a book about your life,

Would you treasure it like a pot of pure gold?

Would you lock it up in a safe,

Lose the password, so that nobody would ever know?

 

If you found a book about your life,

Would you only read until the day you are living,

Have that forever urge to want to read on,

But having to resist the temptation?

 

If there was a book about your life,

Would you ever want to come face to face with it?

For me, I know the temptation would drive me mental,

So I would rather live life without it.