Letters of War

I wrote you a letter that
you'll never read.
One hand on my heart and
the other in my sleeve.

And I remember, I remember everything.
I remember, I remember everything.
I remember everything.
I feel, I feel everything.
I feel, I feel everything!
Every little thing I feel, every little thing I feel
everything I feel.

I remember all the battles I had and
all the guilt that I've won.
Prisoners of war! I keep them locked up
in my heart in a room with no windows or doors.
And the lights are always on,
and the lights are always bright.
They never know if it's day or if it's night,
oh I keep them locked up oh so tight.

They never know, never know when to sleep...mhmmm.
They never know, never know when to sleep
or if they are dreaming.
Are they just dreaming me?

I wonder if they can see me so clearly
the way that I can see them?
Looking at me through a one-sided window,
one-sided window I see all of them!

And I wonder, wonder, who is torturing who?
Never know, never know, never know
who is torturing who.

I wrote you a letter that you'll never read.
I give them the letters to eat.
Letters to eat, that's all they get.
Letters to eat and it feeds their heads.
Letters to eat that I'll never send.

They chew on my words until their teeth turn black!
And their bones stick out and their skin goes flat!
They cry in the corners and I grin and laugh!

And I remember, I remember everything.
I feel, I feel, everything that they do.
I feel everything that they do!
And I wonder, wonder who is torturing who?
Never know, never know, never know
who is torturing who.

So I write you letters that you'll never read.
The scratch of my pen matches the rhythm of their screams.
Until they sleep...and dream me up.
They sleep and dream, they dream me.
I sleep and dream of them dreaming of me.
Never know, never know, never know who is the dream.