I spent yesterday reading all you had to say
From letters I kept safe, for just an hour of your day
You were bleeding on this page
It was all I had of you
I know that nothing I write you
Can change what you’ve been through
I hope you found some room to grow
I spent yesterday
Trying to numb the pain
Had to hold myself together
Knowing I could say it better
Every letter is in vain
Wish I was bleeding on this page
I know it’d mean a lot to you
I know that nothing I write you
Can change what you’ve been through
I hope you found some room to grow
