I thought that the word
She used was never
But she sent me letters
Scented letters
With vanilla
And jasmine
I was still fragile
A delicate soul
Broken
From the loss
We all suffer
Carried the candle
Down the hall
And stared for hours
At a clock that beat
Second after second
Without change
Constant
I had nothing to say
So I never wrote back
Our positions were exchanged
One for the other
Her love gave me wings
But she said it was a fling
Never meant to last
The words and letters
All fell off the page
I haven't any idea
Which is better
Living or dying
Which is better
Crying or forgiving
These tears are sweet
But still sting
Because she wrote me
A letter full of words and letters
I don't understand
I don't understand
