suicide letters to my peeps Oh, actually two suicide letters, you know what I'm sayin' I wrote it in a rhyme form but I'm tryin' to read it To the best
for so long There were times I thought I'd never see the break of day It was hard for me to see Your plan for me And I tried to believe struggling won't last
song And he sent it to me and after reading it I realized That my friend had written the perfect country and western song And I felt obliged to include it
song And he sent it to me and After reading it I realized that my friend had written the Perfect country and western song And I felt obliged to include it
went down where the vultures feed I would've got deeper but there wasn't any need I heard the tongues of angels and the tongues of men And it wasn't
Heard it on the wire You've been telling me lies Heard in a sparrow's song Every thing it said was wrong Found it on your shirts All the lipstick and
usually used for soundproofing. In this case, it had the opposite effect: it amplified every sound. Now the nuns were in the middle of their annual tournament playoffs. And we could hear
you know An envelope unfolds I'm writing to catch up We were small when we last met But the letters are unread She's heard it on cassette Taught to read
a letter the other day I didn't know exactly what I was going to say And at the last minute I threw it away 'Cause I didn't think you'd read it anyway
Write-My-Fans, this'll be the last package I ever send your @$$. It's been six months and still no word. I don't deserve it? I know you got my last two letters
, 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