The Letter

Slumber, long way out of the bed
Snooze the alarm one more time
Going nowhere, hurry back home
Assuring that you're doing fine

I know it's hard for you.
Still know it hurts.
If I could make some sense, I'd write you a letter.

Daytime, nighttime, time to forget.
Tomorrow will be like before.
Pause for anger, Space for regrets.
Control-Alt-Delete, final score.

I know it's hard for you.
Still know it hurts.
If I could make some sense, I'd write you a letter.

Laughing, and yet I never see you smiling
For all the years that you've been hiding
You never seem to get away.
Infected, yet somehow seem to be resistant
And though I cannot find a way
To figure out what to say
To make sure that it's all ok.

I know it's hard for you.
Still know it hurts.
If I could make some sense, I'd write you a letter.