My Letters - Fastbacks

Just yesterday I saw my own death in a dream

Life’s never quite as bad or good as it may seem

I don’t want anyone pretending that they care

I don’t remember seeing any of you there

Something I’ve tried writing down

First in pencil then in pen

Something I’ve cried hard about

But you don’t understand me then

Somehow I can’t write it out

With a pencil or a pen

Read my letters

Leave my answers alone

Sometimes I try to write out good things that I see

The way they sound there’s no way you’d believe it’s me

I’m always never very understood so well

But when I’m hiding something everyone can tell

I dread these days when nothing I can do is fun

I count my choices up and there’s exactly none