Iwrote you a letter the other day
but i didnt send it
because i had no address
i didnt know where you are
and i probably never will
the letter explained my feelings
because i could never speak them to you
they explain why i couldnt
they explain just right
it was almost perfect
the letter went on to
say how i felt about you know
went on to say why everything is wrong
and we could never be
i loved you to much to get hurt again
i couldnt take the chance of failing
because i hold this perfect picture
of you and me
and if we were to gether it would never be just as sweet
it wouldnt be just as perfect
as the letter thats sitting on my desk
that i will never send