[Intro] (Instrumental Solo) [Verse 1] Scuffed-up shoes on a cracked concrete stage Every scar’s a line the ink refused to erase The final chapter’s locked, but the spine still bends I’m tearing out the pages where the regret begins [Chorus] Individual results may vary, they say You can’t rewrite the story, can’t turn back the day But the pen’s still in my hand, the paper’s still raw I can change the page I’m on, yeah, I’m breaking the law Of the life they tried to script, the path they tried to draw I can change the page I’m on [Verse 2] Ghosts of what-ifs whisper through the floorboards Old mistakes are just maps to the doors I didn’t dare to open, keys I left to rust Now I’m prying off the locks, letting the light bust Through the dust of all the years I spent stuck In a story someone else thought I oughta trust [Chorus] Individual results may vary, they say You can’t rewrite the story, can’t turn back the day But the pen’s still in my hand, the paper’s still raw I can change the page I’m on, yeah, I’m breaking the law Of the life they tried to script, the path they tried to draw I can change the page I’m on [Bridge] The ink’s not dry, the tape’s not sealed The quiet voice inside is finally healed It’s screaming “start again, let the old world burn” I’m not the character they tried to turn Into a punchline, a footnote, a lesson learned I’m the author now, and the page is mine to turn [Chorus] Individual results may vary, they say You can’t rewrite the story, can’t turn back the day But the pen’s still in my hand, the paper’s still raw I can change the page I’m on, yeah, I’m breaking the law Of the life they tried to script, the path they tried to draw I can change the page I’m on [Outro] I can change the page I’m on Yeah, I can change the page I’m on (Instrumental Solo)