I wrote these letters to you
And signed my name
On the manuscript another page
In a poorly lit room
This regret that has kept me
A restless mind fading fast
But I hoped that I would be the last one here
But in the early dawn
Past two in the morning
But still I lay wide awake
The sheets to my neck
And the letters that I wrote to you
Lying on the floor again
I tried my very best
To fight and to trust in the words that you said
That"our love is a thing that we have"
But I went and I let it die again
I tried
But you're still mine
