Letter to My Younger Self

I sat down and I wrote
A letter to my younger self
(Like he would listen)
I said there are just three things I've got to say
Don't be afraid, don't be afraid
Don't be afraid

Why can't we live together
All my friends and acquaintances
The living and the dead
All cosy and forgiven
In the place where I used to live
In the house where I was born

No I can't hide the feeling
I'm not of this world, oh no
My feet don't touch the ground
My legs don't work
You'll comfort me with pain
Bring me home

I took my time to realise
The loneliest word is "no"
And something simple as a woman's touch
Was all I needed to know

No I can't hide the feeling
I'm not of this world, oh no
My feet don't touch the ground
My legs don't work
You'll comfort me with pain
And bring me home

Now I can't escape the feeling
I'm not in this world alone
You'll drag me kicking and screaming
Through it all
You'll comfort me with pain
You'll comfort me with pain
You'll comfort me with pain
Bring me home



Credits
Writer(s): Peter Sutcliffe
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