You write this to me as you fall
Even though it's hard with the wind and the blood
But it's too dark at the bottom of the hole
Too dark to write something or to be someone

I'm no stranger to the things you recall
But my voice cannot enter through your walls
All your bags had been piled by the trash
And they're waiting for you to change your mind

You write your life with a knife
Your gain is your pain
When you reach to the top
You fall back again
Is there an answer to you
Is there a you under there
Will you write me some more
Will I take you to the fair

You write this to me as you fall
It's darker than hell and you've been here before
You know all the demons that come next
You know all the demons that will come next

And I trust you to know when to lose
Then I'll fetch you a rope and circle myself
You'll have to let go as hard as you can
And instead of a knife start write with a pen

Everything is dark
I don't know where you are
I can't feel if you're close
I can't see if you're far
I don't know how you are
You're probably somebody new
I hope you're still someone that cares
Will I take you to the fair

I'm sorry but I can't read what you wrote
I'm not even sure if those letters are real

You know the fair's never over
And the rope is long
But the demons that surround you
Are pulling strong
If you'll find a piece of paper
Write a home
So you'll know
If it's not too late