Don’t Read Me

Don’t read this, it’s not that good
It’s hard to read what’s not understood
You are not me; you don’t see what I feel
Yet I’m writing this letter to make an appeal

We’re all goanna die and it’s harder to try
When I know that our lives love to fly by
Maybe they think it’s funny to lie
And I’m sorry to write we’re still goanna die

Don’t read this letter
It said ‘it’s all right’
But it doesn’t make sense
And I’m killing this night
I’m killing the happy
Thoughts that could be
Instead I replace them
With the miserable me

And you don’t want to see that
You live through it everyday
Why do you need my judgment
If you’ll live on anyway?

I don’t make a difference to your weary day
And I don’t have an opinion to fix your life away
So why are you still sitting here listening to my words
When I told you from the start that this shit will make it worse

So I won’t say that you are wrong
But leave a gentle ‘I told you so’
And let you back to your life
Of hiding in black snows
I won’t say anymore
I promise this time
Don’t read this
It kills mine