The letter i forgot to send,
Had now to be sent,
As time has come to an end.
I heard Bragging of kisses,
Of them i heard so well,
As the ones that spent my wishes ,
Were the best thing sent from hell.
For the last seven weeks i was hollow,
Trapped in the scary dark cold nights,
Down the sentimental hole,
My white heart i had to follow.
Maybe one day I won't resist,
I will stop, to grow up and mature,
To stop the act, I am sure.
One day I will start to exist.
