She Can't Read My Writing

And that I’m sorry as can be
But she’s never answered
So I guess I know what’s wrong
She can’t read my writing or she’d come back home to me
I know she gets my letters
Cause I take them there myself
And put them in her mailbox while she’s gone
If she’s read them she knows I’m sincere
So it must be
She can’t read my writing or she’d come back home to me
It could be that the ink is blurred
Cause I have cried a lot
And misery’s put a tremble in my hand
But I still haven’t heard a word
So I know that it must be
She can’t read my writing or she’d come back home to me
I know she gets my letters
Cause I take them there myself
And put them in her mailbox while she’s gone
If she’s read them she knows I’m sincere
So it must be
She can’t read my writing or she’d come back home to me