Im stuck inside the pages, in between the lines.

I am here waiting, for someone to open this book of mine.

My book is full of answers that solve a mystery.

Yet my book is hidden under lock and key.

My pages start to yellow, the ink it starts to fade.

Yet I am still here waiting for someone to come my way.

Maybe someday theyll find me, theyll come and set my free.

But for now Ill stay hidden, deep inside of me.