Dear! Mr. Gepetto: I hope this finds you well I wrote this letter Because we miss you here in hell Well now I know it's hard when you don't know what to think And every single smile is a thorn when you're waking up You might try but you won't get by until you're crucified for all the things you try to do Well I don't care if you think I'm rude And I don't care how you hold it in As long as you don't bother me with all the things I don't bother you with And 9 times out of 10 you might be right But what about that time you know you're wrong? Keep singing that same song And everybody smiles but they'll never get along I'm trying and I'm trying and I'm trying and I'm trying to let go: But everybody's going down tonight We are the few that won't say nothing right We are the footsteps fading into the night Nobody cares and nobody stares with such conviction and I say: I never wanted this, no one ever wanted this But they gave it to me so I might as well be proud of it I don't know where we went wrong All i know now is i got to do something right So come clean No one should have have to live with the things you've seen But you're living anyway Well I stop the car and put her in park And I step outside (god I hate this part) When I see what I saw what I thought was a lie; it was more Than a chore I'm just doing what I need to get by I don't care if you leave or stay But we might as well split Because it's not the same as it was When we said our last goodbye And if you want the <b>...</b>