Ceiling Tiles

Chances don't matter,
It's the person you give them to
And I'm not really sure if I should or if I should not give you
The faith that I've regained,
And my ability to trust.
Well I guess it's all the same,
And I guess I try too much.
I wrote you three more letters than the one you never saw
And I cried myself to sleep
The nights I got sleep at all.
I wished you could be there with me but you never appeared,
I hoped that you would start to see what you refused to hear.

I was sorry and I lied when I said I didn't care.
I swore that I couldn't, but couldn't wasn't fair.
You were right; it is dead, and I promise not to fight.
The end has been settled,
Goodbye love, goodnight.