did you, happen to, get the letter that i sent to you
it explained, everything, that i feel in the worst way
i didnt mean to say those things
it was just the anger talking
i didnt mean to write those thoughts
as i sit trying to race this clock
now i am, stuck in this paradox
i dont know if or who i can trust
im all alone, you havent grown
and these gaps have yet to be sewn
every second my watch goes blank
my eyes blink like a missing frame
in my life and there goes yours
now were both stuck in this metaphor
as i stand in this mirror of hate
i resemble what i used to be
but it is so far away
and i dont think that its in reach
now i am, stuck in this paradox
i dont know if or who i can trust
im all alone, and you havent grown
and these gaps have yet to be sewn
and this is my last letter to you
after this one i swear to god i am through
because i cant take this confusion
mixed with the thought of losing you
all the things that we have been through
all the time i have wasted on you
so this is my last letter to you
after this one i swear to god i am through
with you