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I read your letter again. I wish I could have held that pen, If only because the shaking of your hand Made the writing hard to understand. Something about 'anger' and 'grief', And a 'silent sigh', whatever that means. But it's not up to me To tell you when you're happy and when you're not. Don't even bother telling me the truth. I only wish I'd left you. So go on. Lie to me. After all, I'm not even here. So it came to be You're not responsible for me Or anything I say, So don't you go worrying your pretty little brain. I guess I made the mistake In trusting you with my heartache. But at least I realised With time enough to spare to take it back. Letras de canciones Well, I guess I'm sorry for telling you the truth, But what was I supposed to do? Tell you that it's not me, And it's all you? From Letras Mania