dear mr. gepetto,
i hope this finds you well
i wrote you this letter
because we miss you here in hell
well now i know it's hard when you don't know what to think
and every single smile us a foil and you're waking up
you might try but you won't get by until you're crucified for all the things you try to do
well i don't care if you sink or swim
and i don't care how you hold it in
as long as you don't bother me with all the things i don't bother you with
and nine times out of ten you might be right
but what about that time you know you're wrong?
you sing that same song
and everybody smiles but they'll never get along
i'm trying and i'm trying and i'm trying and i'm trying to let go
but everybody's going down tonight
we are the few that won't say nothing right
we are the footsteps fading into the night
nobody cares and nobody stares with such conviction and i say
i never wanted this, no one ever wanted this
but they gave it to you so you might as well be proud of it
i don't know where we went wrong
all i know is i got to do something right
come clean
no one should have have to live with the things you've seen
but you're living anyway
so can't stop the car and put her in park
and i step outside (god i hate this part)
when i see what i saw what i thought was a life that was more
than a chore and just doing what i need to get by
i don't care if you leave or stay
but you might as well split
because it's not the same as it was
when we said our last goodbye
and if you want the truth: i was hoping one of us would pass away
because it'd be much easier then
we would all get together and think about whe
