When I left I found the letter I had cuts so big they found my rusty veins Whenever I breathe it hurts This is pain I'd hoped I wouldn't find that letter But when I look at my wounds... They remind me of you And I never know what to do That letter nearly killed me The blood left was every color you aren't I can't remember the last time I said your name No matter.....they are all the same I hate that letter now I burnt it with my own eyes See me now and see me later It doesn't matter when Now here I am with your letter Regretting every empty word If only I had waited Did you get the letter I sent her?
To be very honest...I don't really like it...it's not bad though...don't get me wrong...it just...doesn't seem smooth to me...somewhat unclear as to what's going on...like...burnt with your own eyes?...or...your rusty veins? (that's understandable if you're refering to being a machine or something close to that...)...oh well...maybe it's just me