Everyday I find myself talking to you in my head. I cry for you, I scream at you, and hold simple conversation. I tell you everything I wish I could straight from my heart, but you'll never hear them both in my head and even if I told them to you straight because let's face it, babe. You've installed a filter in your brain somewhere that makes everything friendly in the world to you and him, and that's why when something passes through that's a bit more realistic, your world crumbles apart. You tell me why you can't understand why everyone's upset about what happened, or why nobody likes him. You can't understand why you two just can't carry on and be happy and why you both feel so sickeningly guilty.

Well baby, it's cause it's all wrong, and I think deep down inside of your heart where you locked away you and me, you through that fact in there too. And it's true, cause it seems I've been carrying this card of the truth with me, and I can't get rid of it, with no place to go.

So as I sit in a jail that needs both a key from you and a key from me to escape, while you run around in his arms on this crazy adventure you think will be everything you ever wanted, I turn the card of your truth around and write you 100 letters you'll never receive. That is unless you decide to open this door and take the truth to your own heart.

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