Tonight you made me write.

Tonight you brought me to life. If only you have made me right I wouldn't feel wrong and wouldn't have to write. Again.

Tonight you made me write. I couldn't sleep without writing you back. Because I'm not there to hold your back. Makes me sad.

My soul is black, my face is white. My heart is crushed, my soul is lost. I can't no longer fight. So tonight you made me write.

I spent all me verses. I used all the words. I told you more than you could stand. And worse, asked to come, you gave me no hand.

Can't write you a poem, can't sing you a song. Can't buy you the moon. Can't do it alone.

But I could give you my heart, could share my love, could fight on your side. You took that step aside. That's why you made me write.

You brought me from ashes, you made me your Phoenix, You set me on fire, made me dream and fly. I finished.. alone, empty, sad and numb, all night. Therefore, I had to write.

It's not the best letter. It's not perfect. Just like we weren't. But it has the passion, the power, the pain, the same as I had, when you made me write.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines...