I've had dreams of the letter, I'd write soon some day
Words read goodbye, leaving my final say

The words that I've spoke, seem to never turn out
And the ink on the paper has left me with doubt

The writings were all, that kept me alive
They took my emotions, out from my inside

The paper looked ugly, filled with the secrets I wrote
And my head had an ache because of the lies that I spoke

But it's all I can do, and it's all you can read
The loss of my voice, the tears we don't need

So try smiling today, and maybe even tomorrow
But it's all I can do, to be free from this sorrow