With this pen and paper
I will write something beautiful to you
postcards and pictures
all the things you swore
I would never do
with this all on the table
I've lost all my fears
now Im able to breathe
and if you could see me now
youd be so proud
that I finally left this town
whats a dream worth
if its only a dream
was it too much to ask
to see the sunset
over the ocean
before my last breath escapes these lips
all that I have
is that old picture
and what you wrote on the back