Boy of archives,
can't you see?
Can't you see what
you'll do to me?

Boy of archives,
can't you hear?
Can't our screams
reach you there?

And now that you've left,
there's something to be desired.
And now there's no boy,
left at the libiry table.

There's no tower of books
and no sarcastic banter.
No`this one please'
and no 'oh, I've read it with ease'.

Boy of archives,
can't you see?
Can't you what
what you've done to me?

boy of archives,
can't you tell?
No friendships you make
will go over well.

But just remember,
dear apprentice of records,
remeber that:
Your as human me
and your heart is ment to be free.