Verse 1:
Tucked away in the drawer of my old wooden desk,
A faded envelope, the edges frayed and stressed.
Inside, a page of words that once made my heart soar,
Now a relic of the past, a love I can no longer restore.
The ink has blurred, but each line is etched in my mind,
Memories of a sweeter time, now so hard to find.
It spoke of dreams and promises, a future bright and clear,
A testament of love, now drowned in tears.
Chorus:
The letter, a ghost from a forgotten file,
Haunts my thoughts, travels every mile.
Words that burned with passion’s fire,
Now just smoke, remnants of desire.
Verse 2:
I trace the words with trembling fingers, feeling every curve,
Each sentence a pulse of what we were.
You wrote of eternal and undying love,
Now I’m questioning what we were truly made of.
The paper’s thin, worn by the years,
As fragile as my heart, soaked with silent tears.
It was supposed to be a beacon, a guide through any storm,
But now it’s just a reminder of when we were warm.
Chorus:
The letter, a ghost from a forgotten file,
Haunts my thoughts, travels every mile.
Words that burned with passion’s fire,
Now just smoke, remnants of desire.
Bridge:
How do I move on from here, when every word pulls me back?
A time capsule of joy and pain, a train off its track.
Should I bury it deep, or let it see the light of day?
A decision to make, as the ink continues to fade away.
Outro:
So I’ll fold it back gently, place it where it’s been,
In the back of the drawer, underneath my skin.
The letter, once alive, now just a whisper of the past,
In the quiet night, its echo lasts.