I hold on to all the things that make me think of you I kept all your letters and sometimes, late at night, I read them through I follow the ink on the page that explains all the things that you, never say to my face I wish you still felt this way I wish you still felt this way It's been a couple months, since we talked I have, a bunch of things that remind me of you and I keep them in a box I wrote a page of poetry to maybe send you, one day I wrote you a letter but I'm scared of what it will say I wish you still felt this way I wish you still felt this way Felt this way