The suffering seemed to have grown only more than you can see.
So write me a letter than means nothing to you, fill it with things you know you'll never do; because you know I'm too sensitive and a bit too shy to see like the way it is in your eyes.
I don't want to hear your suffering,
suddenly stuttering - saying you didn't mean the things you've done...
but not having the heart to apologize for every one of those little white lies that hurt me so bad that I couldn't even cry.
This is to you who broke my heart, and tore me apart.
This is to you who made the tears and compressed the pain until all I felt was this sense of being incomplete and not good enough.
And this is to you who made me see how much it hurts to not be worth enough.
This is to you that made my pain so deep, and this is to you who made the rain in my sleep.
You know you were wrong.
So write me a letter that means nothing to you,
I'll break into tears because that's all I can do.
And I'll feel like it's real because that exactly how it goes.
I'll always kill the feeling so that nothing real shows.
So write me a letter that will mean nothing to you,
break my heart and act like you had no clue.
Rip me and apart and watch me cry.
Sit and pretend that you don't know why.
For you to wonder why I've changed my act with you is just so amazing.
As if there is no reason for all of this resentment.
Just do one thing: Look in the mirror and know that this was written for NO ONE but YOU.
