At four thirty in the morning I write you this letter,
Because I've been working all night and I can't get you off my mind.
I wish you were beside me, so I could look in your eyes,
I wish you were beside me, so I wouldn't have to tell you I might cry.
I'm writing you this letter at four thirty in the morning,
My stomach hates me and my head does too,
But I have to write you this letter because I don't know why,
But every moment of everyday I wish you were here with me.
I don't know if I love you, sorry if I do,
But I feel so miserable at four in the morning,
Reading over all our old conversations,
And realizing just how much I miss you.
I don't know why I'm writing this letter
In the dark and in bulliten format,
I don't know if you will read this,
But I hope that you do,
Because you saved my life,
And you will never know.
Everything I wish I could tell you,
It's in this letter.
You are one of my very best friends,
I hope you always wil be.
I know that this letter means something,
To me it does at least.
I don't know why I think of this,
At four thirty in the morning.
But I do and I'm sorry
That I made you read this letter.
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