End of the World letter
My dear favorite band,
How you get into my head and write my songs, I will never know. You probably hear that all the time. But it's so true, you realize. It's like these pieces are already sleeping in my soul and awaken only when I put your music on.
I've met you before; maybe you remember me. I was the girl with the tight bun, dressed in the 19th century clothes like some time-forgotten figure in the corner. I gave you a folded piece of paper and ran away; when I turned back you were looking after me. The headlights of the bus were glinting off of tears sitting in your eyes. We both know what I wrote, and I think I'll leave that in the past. It was true, though. You knew it was true, too. It is still true.
Now the world is ending. What is left to keep for secrets? Mystery hovers around you and you like it that way. I like it that way, too. Let's get together, you and I. Bring your guitars to the battlefield overlooking the lake, to the place where ruins lean tall over rippling waters
End of the worldDear Everybody I Know,
The word is ending and you may or may not care. Well....I guess this is the end for us all and you won't even take the minute to even read this goodbye I have taken time out of my short time remaining to write to you. Some of you may hate my guts who read this letter, and all I want you to know is...whatever it is I did to hurt you in anyway I'm sorry. I may have crushed you heart, Said something I shouldn't have, or whatever....but I truly am sorry. To people who have put up with me for so long, for up to fourteen years.......I don't know why you did. I am a mess, a akward person who says strange and sometimes hurtful things. I'm not right in the head, but you still love me, why??? I love you all and am thankful for you guys putting up for me this long.
And to a unnamed person....I am uncontrollably, unconditionly, unevitably...in love with you. You may or may not even no