Seal this envelope with a heart that's beennBeaten blacknBeaten bluenBeaten all over againnDon't leave out a single thingnSend it off with wingsnAn anecdote to ease the pain that you feelnEvery time that you smile at the mirrornnI won't need anymore memoriesnFor the next 50 years i could still write you love songsnI wont need anymore photographsnTo remember the color of the clothes you wore that nightnnHopefully this won't sound as badnAs i'm sure that it isnAll results will be lifeless and leadnTo an excusenTo never try again, to never try at allnStaring up at the groundnBecause oh how you we triednAnd oh how you liednBut how could that be truennI won't need anymore memoriesnFor the next 50 years i could still write you love songsnI won't need anymore photographsnTo remember the color that your eyes changed with the color of your hairnMy heart is gonenMy heart is gray