Dear Music

Dear Music

Goddamn! Are you puttin' me on man?
Are you tryin' to make me wonder just who the hell I
am?
Well goddamn! Why is it that you don't understand
Well I'm bloody sick and tired,
of being treated like a garbage can!
Well I know what you're tryin' to do,
but let me say this, fuck, you ain't dealin' with a
fool!
Ah, you're so fuckin' cool
Well maybe, I've been a little hard on ya see,
but the burnin' in my soul is drivin' outta my tree
Well I'm sorry, music, if I caused you any pain
But I paid my dues, got nothin' to lose and nothin' to
gain
Well I did not mean to be rude,
so let me conclude this, with a letter to you.....
Dear Music,
It seems like years since I felt your soothing hand,
and I know I really shouldn't say all this,
cause they tell me I'm only imagining you went away.
But it's hard you see. I remember your silver seas,
and satin mountains, and you know it really hurts,
because, I feel so alone. And I don't think after the
way
I've treated you sometimes that you want me no more,
but anyway music, I have to keep on trying because
it's the way that I know I've gotta live. You gotta
understand that being alone ain't to cool,
and I always feel that loneliness,
when you don't come to me... and so I get to
feelin'...
that I gotta... live alone... love alone... and cry
alone...
and sometimes... I feel I gotta die alone...