Today I wrote you a letter
Per usual it was the same old stuff I say
I thought it might make myself feel better
Or at least help to get through the day

I gaze on out the window
Taking in the same scene
The birds and trees all for show
Oh, how I want to break the screen

You once told me of how I needed rest
I have one last wish before I do
You know what it is, you knew me best
So well I wouldn’t have to leave a clue

Once again I find myself lost in something beautiful
Staring into the eyes of an old lover
Wishing I could have been suitable
Wishing it was me and not another

The truth is I coward behind this letter
Knowing that my eyes will be the only ones to see it
Still I hope it may make myself feel better
Still I hope I’m a missing piece that will fit