did you, happen to, get the letter that i sent to you   it explained, everything, that i feel in the worst way   i didnt mean to say those things   it was just the anger talking   i didnt mean to write those thoughts   as i sit trying to race this clock      now i am, stuck in this paradox   i dont know if or who i can trust   im all alone, you havent grown   and these gaps have yet to be sewn      every second my watch goes blank   my eyes blink like a missing frame    in my life and there goes yours   now were both stuck in this metaphor   as i stand in this mirror of hate   i resemble what i used to be   but it is so far away    and i dont think that its in reach      now i am, stuck in this paradox   i dont know if or who i can trust   im all alone, and you havent grown   and these gaps have yet to be sewn      and this is my last letter to you   after this one i swear to god i am through   because i cant take this confusion   mixed with the thought of losing you   all the things that we have been through   all the time i have wasted on you   so this is my last letter to you   after this one i swear to god i am through   with you