sincerely you

I wish I could write a letter to myself when I was nine

I'd say the meds you're on can actually cause depression

Assure myself that everything will be just fine

Because mistakes aren't wastes as long as you learn a lesson

I know music seems impossible as a kid

But one day you're gonna meet another kid named Wessen

And I know you hate it but don't keep that smile hid

Let go of all that anger and pent up aggression

You're only nine, I bet you never dreamed your favorite color would be pink

The future's pretty crazy, you're gonna hate the way that we think

We're pessimistic, kinda crazy, and always have to rethink

And think that people gonna leave in three weeks