I had the dream once Of all I would have been If I'd been loved first Just only might have been I'd have been so generous And so much less mean About your chosen one It might have been me But All the mail left in the hallway All the photographs you never took All the gifts you never wanted Nothing cures that All the ways you showed forgiving All the times I'd wished'd been me All this hero's love I've wasted Nothing cures that To the memory Of love I write this letter down Remember me You should see me The way I see myself There's so much there to love You'd not know me... But All the games I've played around you All the tiny tests I've set All the secrets that I've shown too easily Nothing cures that All the songs for which I couldn't care less All the nights I should have said no All the the things I should have hidden Nothing cures that,. Is there a last one One last night with all the sad songs On repeat Just the sad ones.