Sixth hour, walking to the bathroom I accidentally bumped into someone.
A stranger maybe? I look up to my left since I\'m still moving, I see you, the one who had my heart in a grasp.
As quickly as I saw you, you\'re gone.
There\'s tears in my eyes, on my face then I\'m running, trying to get away from where I saw you.
Quickly down the hall to the left, the bathroom suddenly I\'m in a stall tears still pouring down my face
who was it I just saw? I think so intently on what you look like, the way you smell, the sound of your voice
then I think right back to where I am and who you were and just for a moment I think that\'s not him.
That\'s not the boy I fell in love with, that\'s not the boy who loved me.
Maybe it means that you\'re finally a stranger?
Maybe not, since I still go stiff that the sight of you,
hearing your name is worse, all those emotions boil over
All of the things I never got to tell you
The things I never got explanations for
So I\'ve been writing you letters
I always did that, I always wanted to know what you were thinking
so I told you what I was thinking so you\'d never have to worry
Dear, John
This was our end