I've been writing these letters
Everyday for twenty years
Despite the advice of my betters
As well as of my peers
"You so cheated!"
"Did not!"
"I saw you!"
"Really!?"
"Aha! I knew you cheated!"
"You tricked me!"
"C'mon, you owe me a kiss!"
"As if!"
One for all you've missed today
One for Fay's first year
One for every cloud of gray
To wipe away a tear
"I'm gonna be an author someday."
"You serious?"
"Don't laugh! This is a serious ambition you know!"
"What are you gonna write about? I don't think there are any sparkly handsome aliens yet- hey, watch it! Violent child! Abuse!"
"Oh, shut up!"
Sometimes I want to send them
Or stuff them all away
In fear my memory should go dim
Without the light of day
"So, do you, ya know. Have you..."
"Have I what, shoujo?"
"Have you ever...kissed anyone?"
"Why? Wanna see the master at work here?"
"Ew, no, back off! I was just curious, or something. Yeah, I was just curious to know if you were as much of a man whore as I thought you were."
"Whatever."
I scrapped them all in flame
Still they lived on in my mind
Though I feel my heart is part to blame
For all it has been kind
"Why are you so worried? It's just college, it's not like the world's going to end if you don't get accepted right now."
"A low-life like you wouldn't understand. I need to go to a nice school or I won't be taken seriously! Defense attorney's need to be all professional and such."
"You could start by not saying 'and such' at the end of every sentence."
"And you could try not to be such a dick."
"Besides, what ever happened to you becoming an author?"
"You actually remember that?"
"Well, yeah. You seemed pretty determined about it."
"We were younger. I had unrealistic expectations for life back then."
"It's a rather sad world, where you can believe you aren't good enough to be happy."
"It's the world we live in though."
"I guess..."
As it pulls away at my desire
And reminds me of my lie
In all its flaming ire
It tells me why I cry
"If you keep doing shit like that it's gonna catch up with you eventually."
"I hope it does, maybe then I won't have to listen to your whining."
"What? Just throw your life away?"
"Why not! It's not like it's any of your business anyway!"
"Fine! Die then!"
"Maybe I will!"
Now I know why this ink is dried
It's been twenty years since the day you died