my days of waiting we're coming to an end
counting fallen leaves until i received what you promised you'd send
we had both changed by the time that wrinkled envelope sat in tin
things had changed, we had both been living a sin
i read with caution not skipping a single word
picturing your voice in my head
listening to how it would it would have been heard
the truth was in ink right in front of me
but somehow i felt hollow, i didn't want to believe
you didn't say 'i love you' you said it was over instead
that red flag could have never prepared me for the words i read
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