An old email from the past
mistakenly opened.

I don't know why I read it,
but I did, regrettably.

Now I won't be able to stop thinking of you
and what I should've said.

Our conversations are so


E                                                   M
P                                  T
Y

We are just talking because we have too
to try to act like nothing has changed
but everything we say is

M                                             E
A                                   N
I                               N
G                          L
E                 S
S

So we just continue to talk about nothing
trying to fill this new

V                                       V
O                                 O
I                              I
D                      D

I wish there was someone to miss when I leave

But I only miss what I never had

This isn't my name
or at least not the name given to me.

But think about it...
our names aren't given,
they are forced.

This isn't who I was
or at least who I think I was.

But if I think about it...
I never liked who I was
so maybe this is a good thing.

You are sitting right here next to me

and you don't even suspect that it's not me that's talking.

Letters I never meant to send
Words I never wanted to take to heart.

A love a never wanted to take part in.