I know I may be lean not comfortable being seen, but I feel like I am just what you need and tho my body's thin I don't let anyone in but I can't help but let this begin and tho I may seem cold and feel I am growing old. I wish that you would just come home. I am tired of feeling alone. Please tell me how to let go.
Love, I know you’re doing fine, your chapters end so well, and love, I love your welling eyes, you seem happy I can tell. Love, I know you’ll be alright, but I can't help but feel sorry, ‘cause love, your book will end just fine, but I am a different story. I am a different story.
I know I am a mess and I love most people less but I miss the feel of your summer dress and all this may be weird I can feel you are not near but please baby just come back here. Please baby just come back here.