, too If by chance you heard it for yourself I never told a soul just how I've been feeling about you But they said it really loud They said it on the
it down to this moment Cause : you want it you want it you got it you got it if you taste it if you need it if you waste it go chase it hammer and tongues
My-Fans, this'll be the last package I ever send your ass It's been six months and still no word - I don't deserve it? I know you got my last two letters
it seen like you aint deserve it And i know that sometimes i made you hurt But i swear that i aint do it on purpose the problem, was that you, would hear
hit the big time (so what do you do with his correspondence, hannah?) I keep his letters by my bed - I like to re-read things that he's said it's
poor It's a struggle, it's a war And there's nothing that anyone's giving One more day standing about, what is it for? One day less to be living. At
my peoples in the society, in the media it always manages to get swept under the rug or end up right below the radar for some reason like it never happened but let it
words that you never said Write all the letters that I never read Show me your words or the love is dead Just wanna hear it from you First to admit it
believe you But I never will Never again Never again will I hear you Never again will I miss you Never again will I fall to you Never Never again will I kiss you Never
lie beside you till the early morning dew You can't hear me, you can't see But you can feel me when you read The folded letter she left addressed to
it the next time it come's around on the guitar. With feeling. So we'll wait for it to come around on the guitar, here and sing it when it does. Here
dead an'? Or did she not choose it, just listened to what I said an' Maybe, she never got the last one I was sendin' Was it my fault, was it something
through Full of hate I mailed it But then in a week a letter arrived With love did it speak and his note read I loved the tender words you sent It seems
Learnin' the accent learnin' to love you London We were young we were sure We were free Was it really ages Ago the memories never fade Can you hear Big
the feds heard my murder raps Said my name was Killa, they put me on a murder rap And they know it's absurd to rat They ask me anyway Nope, I never heard
bum [All without Mona] They had it comin' They had it comin' They had it comin' They had it comin' They had it comin' They had it comin' All along All
It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad Dear Mr. "I'm too good to call or write my fans" This'll be the last package I ever send your ass It
it It's a fine and a formal threat I should of listened to New Face in Hell The date expired last week Up here I don't know what time it is It says you