I've written this letter over a thousand times to you and yet
you've never received it
because it's stuck in a notebook, underneath my bed
where I like it hid better that read or said

I wanted to say I love you but
the words only came out on paper
and I can't justify or clarify the way that I feel
because it may not be real and
I don't want to speak untruths
because I can't lie,
I really do care about you

I wanted to say I'm sorry that we always argue
but somehow words on paper was just not enough
I know I thought I was tough
Too tough to love, too tough to hug
too tough to formulate a thousand words to say to you and yet now.....
I'm leaving you
because I cannot combine enough words in my mouth
to spit out at you and
I really want to be with you
but I just can't

They said that you're dying
but I think they are lying and I don't wanna keep crying
Self-inflicted wounds they say
That's why he's dying but I think they are lying
cause they keep spying on his life and his dreams
that have now descended into another universe

I spoke to him a couple weeks ago and
he said he had dreams the week before
that it was time for him to go
The life he possessed was not his own
and he wanted to be saved but didn't know how

Self-inflicted wounds they say
that's why he's dying
but I think they're lying and I just can't stop crying
Now they say he's infected but
why can't they just correct it?
They just left it
Said he wan't insured
so they had no cure.....
For a broken heart