Letters To Yourself Lyrics

Let your eyes promise me lies
Let your sigh be a sweet goodbye
And never even write to me a letter
I won't worry about tearful endeavors

There was no reason to return
I was told, nobody waiting back home
Nothing is left, but the promises of praise
Nothing remains, but the choruses I crave

No phone calls late at night
Pictures are constant reminder
No burning of inpassioned pages
Or returning them to sender

You send a letter to the one you can't deny
Will never send you a reply
You never bother to ask yourself why
Blinded by your own dim light

Tried but devout, tortured the cherished
Loved the unheralded, bought up their trash
Brought to my knees by beggars and braggarts
Washed my laced sleeves after each miscarriage

You fill your pen and spill the words onto each line
Your monogram in wax seals another pathetic cry
You're so romantic, so cautious and tranquilized
Is there anything behind your eyes?

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