I wrote you a love letter
but alas, it was never mailed,
instead addressed to myself
if ever our love had failed.
I opened a letter just today
written in my own hand
that sent a blow to my heart,
ripping each and every strand.
I wrote you a love letter
but alas, it was never mailed,
instead addressed to myself
if ever our love had failed.
I opened a letter just today
written in my own hand
that sent a blow to my heart,
ripping each and every strand.