[Verse] Pages worn, my time-stained lines, Bus rides back to catch the signs, Subway hums, the city blends, Every rhyme, a story penned. Folded corners, ink that fades, Echoes of those younger days, Words like whispers in my soul, Bus stop beats that made me whole. [Pre-Chorus] Fingers trace the scars and stains, Memories in windowpanes, Silent voices call me back, To the rhythm that I lack. [Chorus] Old notebook, fill me up again, Pour your stories through the pain, Every word, a pathway home, In these rhymes, I’m not alone. Old notebook, let your pages fly, Catch the dreams that never die, From the bus seat to the sky, This is where my heart replies. [Verse] City lights and midnight calls, Graffiti dreams on subway walls, Every verse a heartbeat’s drum, In that book, where I’m from. Tattered lines and scribbled hopes, Keep me steady when I cope, Pages crack, but still I write, Bus ride verses in the night. [Pre-Chorus] Fingers trace the scars and stains, Memories in windowpanes, Silent voices call me back, To the rhythm that I lack. [Chorus] Old notebook, fill me up again, Pour your stories through the pain, Every word, a pathway home, In these rhymes, I’m not alone. Old notebook, let your pages fly, Catch the dreams that never die, From the bus seat to the sky, This is where my heart replies. [Bridge] Ink still flows, even when I roam, Bus seat beats, they pull me home, Time moves on but I remain, Lost in lines that ease the pain. [Chorus] Old notebook, fill me up again, Pour your stories through the pain, Every word, a pathway home, In these rhymes, I’m not alone. Old notebook, let your pages fly, Catch the dreams that never die, From the bus seat to the sky, This is where my heart replies. [Outro] Pages close but never gone, Bus ride rhymes keep holding on, In my book, forever mine, Old notebook, my endless line.