Hopes high for the cliche ending
No matter how naive it seems...

Words scribbled across the paper.
Another line in your song...

I dial your number , only to hang up the phone...
I won't wait for the ring that separates your...

The letter I never sent,
Words you'll never read...

I wear this disguise, as if it were my own skin.
Figuratively, this is a big masquerade...