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I found a hidden postcard

She'd written to herself

With much love from overseas

But signed by somebody else

And I, I recognized the name as mine

And heavy, my heart sank

Her hopes so high and full of love

But all my pages blank

All my pages blank

All my pages

I felt it in the moment

I'd have to let her go

As deeply as I believe

That she'd  feed my bitter soul

But I oppose so strong and clear

And a call too true to ignore

And in the end to follow through

I couldn't be there anymore

I couldn't be there anymore

I couldn't be there anymore

I couldn't be there anymore

I couldn't be there

So what is worse

To let it go

Or keep it to be sweet?

To send it off in peace

Or to watch it crumble at our feet?

Deny it might be over

Abandoned in defeat

It's these questions and more

That keep me tired even when I sleep

Even when I sleep

That keep me tired even when I sleep

Even when I sleep

That keep me tired even when I