It's no use to think about these things
Imagining things that aren't true
Thinking about things that've happened with us
And all the obstacles we've been through.
It's no use writing these letters
Because I know they'll never get sent
Sitting in this notebook, remaing unread
The only place I can really vent.
It's no use expressing these feelings
When you're not around to comfort me.
I keep them to myself, bottled inside
But they push until they break free.
It's no use crying over this
I know I need to let go.
But you make it so hard to move on
I still love you more than you know.
