I thought a letter Would be better than the phone By the way how is home
I heard through the grapevine You had a new love I hope he is kind And He is not like me Stupid and blind
I guess your thinking Why The letter
I would like to say that I am fine But that would be a lie I am about to die That is why The letter is better I do not want you to hear me cry
While I am trying to say I am sorry Because I did not try And For being such a bad guy And Causing you to worry Night after night Finding meΒ Β passed out in alleys Coming home with black eyes And For telling so many lies
I never learned my lesson I have been alone Since you I thought about coming home But I still would die alone