This is an apology letter,
to the boy with starry-eyes.
I hope you know I'll love you,
until each one of us dies.
I'm sorry for how I treated you,
I'm sorry about our past.
I'd go back and do it again,
I'd try to make us last.
But sadly I cannot,
you don't love me anymore.
So I close myself off now,
I lock myself behind my door.
I do not wish to be disturbed,
I just want to weep.
But it ends up me writing,
and getting little to no sleep.
So starry-eyed boy, tell me,
did I ever make you grin?
Was what we had ever special,
or did you toss our love in the bin?
Starry-eyed boy,
I want to kiss you like before.
I want you to need me like I need you,
I want you to want me more.
But alas that cannot happen,
you're in love with my friend.
So all in all, starry-eyed boy,
this is where we end.

I drown myself in sorrow,
at the bottom of this glass.
I drink away the pain,
and lay down in the grass.
I think of what you told me,
the night under the stars.
You said you'd hold me close,
now I sit alone in bars.
I called out your name once,
in hopes of a goodbye.
I thought I heard you call back,
I thought I heard you cry.

The forest remembers many things.
Like that night we sat under the moon.
The forest remembers how we laughed,
and how you made me swoon.
It remembers all the kisses,
and the tears I shed that night.
It remembers all the blood and sweat,
it remembers that big fight.
The forest never forgets,
our memories are forever there.
So if you ever get lonely, love,
you can find me in the forest care.

Thirteen pills and counting,
each sliding down my throat.
I'm counting them one by one,
as I'm on this sinking boat.
My head is under water,
my mind in the sand.
I cannot comprehend my life,
I want to get back on land.
I took these pills, you see,
to keep you off my mind.
I stood at the end of the world,
and screamed your name till I was blind.
Everything was spinning before me,
and my thoughts were clouded.
I started to forget about myself,
but the thought of loving you crowded--
my aching mind.
So I took more pills,
until the bottle was dry,
and I inhaled the smoke
when I began to cry.
It's a tragic experience,
to drown in your brain.
But it's also so beautiful,
when the thoughts start to drain.