The Last Letter
The Last Letter1 min 169 1 min 169
This is a letter to my depression;
I want to break up. You aren't the one.
We had a long run, we've come really far.
But when we're alone, every memory leaves a scar.
Going through the lows, I realised there were no highs.
Now I know why there is a good in goodbyes.
You are not what I need; you never were.
With you by my side, everything is a blur.
I cannot go through this anymore.
I'm breaking down these suffocating walls and building a door.
This wasn't love, it was just a fling.
You smell like the end and I want a beginning.