Leters full of broken words,
my ink has gone dry.
A slide of hope in the curve of my hand
I must......say......goodbye.

Stacked by promised layers,
in boxes underneath.
I can't........
I won't.........
just do without me.

The rope that binds my wrist
will not burn.
This broken chair I sit,
will not turn.

Letters full of empty words
my mind has gone astray.
The bending in the slide of my wrist
I kneel and pray.

No matter what I need to say
can't bring you me from yesterday.
Letters burning up in flame
just...say goodbye and walk away.

I know I keep your heart.
I know its mine on shelf.
You have no idea that my heart is yours...
and how I always felt.

My letters full of lifetime words
must never be unsealed.
For without me you are destined free
My passion not revealed.

I know my soul has deadened you.
ANd my broken words repeat.
All my letters full of memories
are letters in defeat.

With worthless time upon this desk
I can only write my heart.
I ache for you, I cherish you....
But I promise no more harm.