Letters Never Sent کے بول

In a suitcase tied with string On the highest shelf In the closet down the hall Hidden from myself Fits of madness, pools of grief Fevers of desire How peculiar these remain Salavaged from the fire For some I crumpled Some I burned Some I tore to shreds Lifetimes later, here they are The ones I saved instead Letters never sent to you Letters never sent to you Letters I never sent Letters never sent to you Never reached their destination Mostly born of pain Resurfaced with the purpose of A trip down memory lane Broken hearted, breaking hearts All the ways it went Evidence of what I saw In my experiments Life's a riddle Life's a dream Life's an accident Now I'm gonna set them free Letters never sent Letters that I never sent Letters never sent to you Letters that I never sent Letters never sent Life's a riddle Life's a dream Life's an accident So glad I saved them, here they are Letters never sent