I suppose I should write her a letter
                         What the hell?
                  What the hell will I tell her
                   That she would want to hear
                  But that she deserves to hear
            And I end up protesting what she can bear

                   Do I come up with a reason
                   Or am I inventing a reason
                  Something with so many pieces
                That the only thing that's clear
                If there's anything that's clear
                Is whatever was is no longer here
                  Wait until what I should say
         And maybe go away, but that's not the way it is
                  And I hope she'll understand,
          Even though I know I may never see her again

         I could hope, and I could wish and I could pray
             But that doesn't really change a thing
         And if I see her, I don't know if I could watch
          And what there was turned into God knows what
                 So, so what about that letter?
             Not that it could make anything better
                The fact is, I feel like a coward
                 Pretending what happened hadn't
         And nothing ever would, despite the fact it did
       Could it be erased without rubbing it in her face?
                  Wait until what I should say
        Would maybe go away, but that's not the way it is
                  And I hope she'll understand,
          Even though I know I may never see her again