If My Life Was A Book

If my life was a book It would be the scattered pages Left behind And I've tried picking them up And piecing them together But so much of the narrative Has been lost forever People I've known And people I've loved Stole pages when they left Leaving behind An incoherent mess But still I try To make sense of it all But all the while I'm still writing new chapters It's just not the same When too many characters disappear The plot loses focus And as the main character I've lost all motivation Living each day to get to the next Always surviving But never thriving If my life was a book It would be the scattered pages Left behind And I'm tired of sequels Take me back To the prequel please