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