Everything rests on just one thing,
Every emotion is pent up as I hold my breath
My heart beats irregularly
As it has sense you left me
A letter, sent to tell you to straighten up
Sent because no one else would
But now you might not talk to me
Now you might hate me
I don’t think I can bare that
I still love you, I can’t but I do
I still want you, not that I’ll tell
So I show that by trying to help you
But in the end I might just hurt myself more
With a letter, sent to tell you to straighten up
Sent because no one else would
But now you might not talk to me
Now you might hate me
I don’t think I could take that
Hours tick by, as I wait for the message
Saying you’ve read the letter
Seconds feel like hours, hours like days
Please stop this pain, please understand
I can’t take back
The letter I sent to tell you to straighten up
Sent because no one else would
But now you might not talk to me
Now you might hate me
I don’t think I can live
