To Whom It May Concern

Until you crash,
Until you burn,
Ill write you this letter.
To Whom It May Concern:

Something scribbled here,
His name plus hers.
The least you couldve done
Was write Sincerely yours.

This 48-minute mixtape, and all my heart will spill.
Your anticipations dying, so I sincerely will.
As you play these songs laced with my paper dreams,
All that I am will rip apart at the seams.

Until I choke,
Until I die,
Ill sit here and smile;
Just a big, fucking lie.

This 48-minute mixtape, and all my heart will spill.
Your anticipations dying, so I sincerely will.
As you play these songs laced with my paper dreams,
All that I am will rip apart at the seams.

This 48-minute mixtape, and all my heart will spill.
Your anticipations dying, so I sincerely will.
As you play these songs laced with my paper dreams,
All that I am will rip apart at the seams.

The least you couldve done
Was write Sincerely yours.
Im writing you this letter.
To Whom It May Concern:

This is where your scars unfold.
So, here and now, set them free;
Let the truth be told.

This 48-minute mixtape, and all my heart will spill.
Your anticipations dying, so I sincerely will.
As you play these songs laced with my paper dreams,
All that I am will rip apart at the seams.

This 48-minute mixtape, just let all your heart spill.
My anticipations dead, the pain sincerely kills.
You played the songs laced with my paper dreams,
And all that Ive become ripped apart at the seams.

Im writing you this letter.
To Whom It May Concern.