| Used to be held captive by my fears |
| Shackles on my wrists like souvenirs |
| Lost myself and any thing |
| Couldn’t see the ending through my tears |
| Used to hold my tongue and play along |
| Only knew that I had to be strong |
| Lost my own identity |
| Didn’t know what in my world was wrong |
| Sugar-coated all my pain |
| Couldn’t help it, I was just a kid then, begging for a break |
| Now I’m twenty, pushing twenty-one, hoping that I’ll be someone |
| Running from the person I created when I had no one |
| Twenty pushing anxiously, hoping that I’ll be happy |
| Writing to the person I wanna be |
| In a letter to me |
| In a letter to me |
| So I’m done letting myself bleed |
| In a spiral of my own self-pity |
| I’m done searchin' for remedies and people who don’t care about me |
| Yeah, there’s a lot of things I don’t know (Don't know, don’t know) |
| But I know that I’m on my way |
| To finally bein' okay, alone |
| No more surgar-coatin' all my pain |
| Couldn’t help it, I was just a kid, begging for a break |
| Now I’m twenty, pushing twenty-one, hoping that I’ll be someone |
| Running from the person I created when I had no one |
| Twenty pushing anxiously, hoping that I’ll be happy |
| Writing to the person I wanna be |
| In a letter to me |
| In a letter to me |
| In a letter to me |