Dear Mr.Amazing,

that's what i use to call you, right?
well, that was your name
in my dream last night
i vowed never to talk to you again
but i guess that didn't last long
i have to tell you why there's now a pioson in my vein

i now know that i did to you
how i ripped apart what you were
like i had nothing better to do
i'm so sorry for what i did
i'm sorry, i never ment it hurt
how everything slid
being left for osmeone else
and how it backfired all over me
and how nothing helps

i feel like a bitch, like i can't say i'm sorry enough
nothing has changed, except everything
how everything exploded in a puff (ha-ha)

this is me, swallowing my pride and saying you were right
drugs are good, love is bad, no i didn't mix those up
i've become silas, day is now night
everythiings is backwards, i don't know where to go
i know i fucked up big time
i just had too let you know.
i'm sorry