dear . . . ,
to you who needs to forgive me,
all i needed in my life of pain
was me and my girlfriend,
but money took her away.
i'm never going to forget that day:
that morbid mindstate that it put me in.
i lost it all, boy;
my best friend, lover, brain and all
and
i think i wrote a book about it most of all.
boy, i can't see past the pain
and,
i cried so much it left a stain.
now, i'm learning
that it might not get better.
dear child, my heart won't let it.
i end up undermining the urge to go
get her.
sometimes i hear you say, "forget it";
and i stay at home.
but i'm all alone.
you, me and her, i don't want no one else.
got this vission that i'll always be by myself...
but there's one thing that
i'm hoping for,
and that's till the day
i finally shut my eyes.
child,we'll be complete in paradaise.
with love,
DM
P.S.
can you tell me what it's like there in paradise?
i wanna know what it's like there in paradise.
do they treat you well, do they recognize
that you're waiting for us there in paradise?
is it pain free there in paradise?
did you save a room for me there in paradise?
oh, damn i can't wait to leave this life,
just to be happy with us up in
paradise.
