I'm writing a letter
But no, after all
They're letters
The number of letters I send
Filling pages
Of our lives
br/>I am at peace
Not at all I don't know peace
Losing my way
Empty corridors
Empty words in empty corridors
And then after
Empty heads
I'm tired
What are you tired of
Probably of myself
Yes you say
Far too often
Anything
Anything
Yes you say
Far too often
Anything
No matter what
Yes you say
Far too often
Anything
Anything
Yes you say
Far too often
N 'anything
Anything
I open doors
But no, I close them
The number of doors I close
Breaking walls of colà ¨re
I feel better
But it's the enemy of good
But everything is fine
Breaking down walls of anger
What are you make
Trumpets of rage
I am exhausted
What are you exhausted from
Probably from myself
Yes you say
Far too often
Anything
Anything
Yes you say
Far too often
Anything
No matter what
Yes you say
Far too often
Anything
Anything
Yes you say
Far too often
N 'no matter what