I cut my hair when you left and I wrote you
Numerous letters I know I’m never going to send.
I played back our songs over and over… hoping
Wishing… that you are listening to the same tracks
And somehow you’ll think of me too.
I never cried because my tears refused to fall down anymore.
I had none to shed.
My hair grew back and I colored it new.
I also have no more letters for you.
I listen to new songs now and I find myself
Happy not thinking if you are thinking of me too.