Dear, Iím just writing to tell you I love you,
More than I ever knew I could.
And I would do anything, everything for you.
As Iím sure you know I would.
But I have done so much by now,
Little right and mostly wrong,
That I ruined things, and didnít even know how.
To fix them will take so longÖ
My faults have caused me to think and wait
The two things that I hate most,
On a summer whose end comes far too late.
And this month has been itís ghost.
Mistakes on my part have murdered it,
This was supposed to be our time.
And are killing me too, bit by bit.
Constantly haunting my mind.
We are so close, that when I laugh, you laugh,
And when I cry, you cry.
But your days are burdened by the sorrow I have,
As together we slowly die.
And so is your pain mine, but I know how I hurt.
You touch the fire that burns me inside.
I could never ask you to leave, Iím too selfish Iím sure,
I need you to live, and itís for you that Iím alive.
But I will beg you to numb out my tears,
As these years have hollowed you,
My anger, virulence, and insignificant fears.
This is something I know you can do.
Please do this so I canít hurt you anymore,
Knowing that I never stopped blaming myself.
Because your happiness is what I live for.
And for it Iíll put my emotion on the shelf.
I know still that Iím selfish, but I never want this to make to say
Viszlat, szerelem, goodbye my love.
But there are no goodbyes today.