Here's one, we've got two, honestly it's three, and now we've got four. In a suitcase tied with string on the highest shelf, in the closet down the hall, hidden from myself. Bits of madness, pools of grief, fevers of desire. How peculiar these remain, salvaged from the fire. Some I coaxed home, some I burned, some I tore to shreds. Lifetimes later, here they are, the ones I saved and shed. Letters never said to you. Letters never said to you. Letters that I've never sent. Letters never said to you. Never reached their destination, mostly born of pain. Resurfaced with the purpose of a trip down memory lane. Broken hearted, breaking hearts, all the ways it went. Evidence of what I saw in my experiments. Life's a riddle, life's a dream, life's an accident. So glad I saved them, here they are, letters never sent. Letters never said to you. Letters never said to you. Letters I've never sent. Letters never said to you. Letters never said to you. Life's a riddle, life's a dream, life's an accident. So glad I saved them, here they are, letters never sent. Letters never said to you. Letters never said to you. Letters I've never sent. Letters never said to you. Letters never sent to you. Letters never said to you. Letters never sent to you. Letters never sent to you. Letters never sent to you. Letters never sent to you. Letters never sent to you. Letters never sent to you. Thank you for watching.