I must have written hundreds of letters to you. Letters I've never sent Torn them up in a rage, then realised they're still there. Not broken, like me, I've wanted to tell you, all my life I have loved you, But you've never been listening. I screamed it at you, you thought I was joking, but I wasn't. I wish you were here now, then maybe I'd properly tell you, maybe I'd just keep quiet, knowing me I would. This is the one letter I will send, A final letter to my only love, It doesn't matter what you think, not now because when you read this, I'll be dead.