I've spent many long hours thinking about her,
wondering if she's thinking about me too.
Waiting in my room again, scratching out letters that I wrote for her.
Dirty papers are all I have to remind me that she's gone.
But not forever, she'll be back before too long.
But soon is too long for me.
I wan't her back now, I wish she could see.
I can't recall a time when I've had more fun.
We'd stay out all day, I can never get enough of her face.
These are just some things I wish she could know.
Later, at our show I may tell her If i find the nerve.
These are letters to her that she may never read.
Unless I let her know how i feel.