write a letter to: your ex,
You know who you are, you dropped me so fast I couldn't even sputter. You made me hate myself. Well you know what, I careless. Now more then ever, While you were off getting someone else to love you I've mended my heart, I'm okay now, no thanks to anything you could have ever done. You were the best thing that ever happened to me but you never wanted to fight for us. Never.
I'm not alive anymore, and here I am
I'm wishing you not to be sad.
I'm fishing to be your future
But here I am dead.
Dead to you, To anything we ever were.
I never existed
I cannot run to you no more.
I can't expect you to catch me when I'm fallin.
I'm not a memory, I'm not a mistake,
I'm nothing of your past. I'm not even an old picture.
I can't call on you anymore, cause we were never mended.
We bestowed our memories in a box, tinier then that of jewelry,
I know I have to let you go, but I will not be broken.
Those tears I cried, you were off; getting off.
The promises I keep, even still to you, They're nothing if that box cannot open.
I can't fathom what made me miss and wish for you so much.
I fished for reasons to talk to you again.
I gambled all we had for something too shallow to comprehend.
I rolled the dice more then you know. I wasn't giving up on you, I was denying hope.
And here I am, sitting and biding time until eternity passes.
No hope, no passion, hoping and wishing to be the one thing keeping you up at night.
Yes I went fishing, for the hook in the water,
for the line to pull,
Just to see you forget about me.