Dear Lover,

I write to you with the knowledge of my actions
When I did what I did
But still torture myself wıth fractions
Of our long trip.

I write to say I know I hurt you
Knowing what I did.
But still wtihout you
I don't think I can live.

You're the only one
That I will still ever love.
You were the shoulder to lean on
When things got rough.
You were the voice of reason
When others were screaming.
You were the hand that picked me up
When I fell and put blood on my hands and knees

I know the times it was foolish and stupid
One huge mistake after the other.
To ask for forgiveness
Would not uncover
The truth and lies among witnesses.

I cry myself to sleep at night
Knowing that I shouldn't
I should move on
But I can't.

I starve myself now
To feed the hunger for you.
Only the devil's water fills
Me just as well
To haze over our better memories.

After the final cheat argument
I realised
Just how much you meant to me.
And still now and then
The tears still roll hot from my eyes.

I wanted to show you I'd come clean
Desperate for that future
I know that now, it isn't what it seems
But thus, the sufferıng rapture
Endures within me.

Summer has come to an end
Like a closed book
And though you moved on straight away
Impatient for my arrival
I have no right to fight and say.

I will never move on
And to never think
We are done.

I was so scared to tell you
I thought that I would lose you.
I highly doubted it
But it came true.

However, that final chance for your worry
If I could go back
I'd admıt to the felony
And so then, maybe you'd see that I have changed
Now I linger for that moment to work things out
To rebuild the cracked foundations in our lives
But I cant stop to think that it's now over
And to think then, the venom will never sober.

You really were different
And that's what I liked.
So innocent, and I abused that
Never will I let thıs heart and mind
Ever let another come to find.

You were the most precious
Person in my life.
And maybe if I never did that
We'd still be doing alright.