The Letter

(Sung to whatever tune fits your mood)

Hello.

How are you?

I’m doing fine.

I always start my letters to you with this same lame line.

Then I go on with,

“Is your family doing well?

Or some other bullshit like that,

Instead of wishing them in hell.

Am I being bitter?

No! I don’t think so.

You took my heart and chewed it up,

So how low can I really go?

You said let us still be friends,

And then took all that I own.

Stripped off my bleeding flesh,

Leaving only dried up bone.

Go to Hell you witch. You cold hearted Bitch,

Fly away on your twisted broom.

You make me want to vomit. Drop my drawers and piss on it.

What soul you have hidden in Satan’s tomb.

I’ve sense moved on, gathering up my pride.

Hoping never to see you again.

So the question I now have for you, Bitch!

Is why have you left your frozen den?

Could it be you cannot stand,

That I am over you?

Or can it be you’re so confused,

You know not what to do?

Go to Hell you witch. You cold hearted Bitch,

Fly away on your twisted broom.

You make me want to vomit. Drop my drawers and piss on it.

What soul you have hidden in Satan’s tomb.

Whatever the case, I do not care,

For I am now a man free.

So go back to wherever you came.

I spit one last time at thee.

I guess I should end this letter,

With some kind of uplifting note.

So kiss my ass you Satan’s spawn,

I wrote thus upon the wall.

Go to Hell you witch. You cold hearted Bitch,

Fly away on your twisted broom.

You make me want to vomit. Drop my drawers and piss on it.

What soul you have hidden in Satan’s tomb.

Go to Hell you witch. You cold hearted Bitch,

Fly away on your twisted broom.

You make me want to vomit. Drop my drawers and piss on it.

What soul you have hidden in Satan’s tomb.