Once,
I had someone to hold,
He wrote me a love song,
Every day,
He wrote to me,
He loved me,
Like I loved him,
I wrote him back,
Every day,
He wrote, "I love you",
One thousand times,
"I miss you",

Once,
I had someone to hold,
'Til we went our seperate ways,
Unwillingly but dutifully,
So tell me, to whom now,
Shall I post this letter,
And it's lonesome, gentle words,
Who shall hear my love-sick melodies,
And stitch the ever-bleeding wounds,
Of this lonely soul,
Before the night swallows hope whole