Ink and paper

What if I was made of paper and ink? You could just read all about the real me What kind of person would I be? Then you could tell me what you think I’d use my blood for the ink The scriptures tattooed on to me My papers stained from reading and weeping next to the sea What if we were all as plain as paper and ink? I could write a book Such an epic tale It’s just a fallacy I do think And then everyone could look I’d right such a tall tale If I could put my soul on paper and Ink