Day by day, this space grows bigger
I only want things better...
so I pick up a pen
write you a letter,
But my words are dry
lost their touch,
And everything I say
doesn't seem enough.
crumple it up, toss it into
this gap we've made.
pile them all up
wish this space would fade...
Maybe if I try again,
I will make things good
fix them up, then it will
be like it should.