I'm writing to you,
not to tell you that I still hate you.
Just to ask you how you feel
and how we fell apart,
how this fell apart.
I was so angry
The scars run deep inside this tatooed body,
Theres things I'll take to my grave,
But I'm Okay, I'm Okay.
Sometimes I forgive
Yeah, and this time,
I'll admit,
That I miss you,
Said I miss you