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...