A Letter

Hold her close

Before she slips into a world that's

Filled with ghosts

She wrote a letter professing her love

Or was it hate, I don't remember

You won't know until you make it there

So unlock the door and move the wooden chair

I can't promise it won't be hell

But it's better than how you're living now

So lift your head

Make it seem like everything's okay

Through this mess

Friends will leave without a warning

Just pack your things

Don't grasp for the air

You won't know until you make it there

So unlock the door and move the wooden chair

I can't promise it won't be hell

But it's better than how you're living now