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A plain white letter arrived one afternoon, from the satchel of the postman to the faded steel cocoon
The girl who opened up the mailbox paid it little mind, set it on the desk and then forgot it for a time
when she got around to finally looking at it closer, no return address not even the name of the composer
Still there was her name across the front in dark blood red, so she opened up the envelope to discover what it said
strewn across the paper written neatly as could be, were the words of a poet who would never be seen
she read them with a kind of horror growing in her eyes, the kind a girl will get when she'll finally realize
You stole my heart, so I'll steal it back
I'll break your psyche with a baseball bat
You can run, but you cannot hide
I'll have my revenge, it's all due in time
tear me apart, I'll tear you down
watch me fall, I'll toss you to the ground
you can pretend you don't know a thing
better watch your back if you're wearing his ring.
Weeks had come and gone another letter was not found, 'till one day she found a photograph upon the ground
The girl who opened up the mailbox paid it little mind, set it on the desk and then forgot it for a time
when she got around to finally looking at it closer, no return address not even the name of the composer
Still there was her name across the front in dark blood red, so she opened up the envelope to discover what it said
strewn across the paper written neatly as could be, were the words of a poet who would never be seen
she read them with a kind of horror growing in her eyes, the kind a girl will get when she'll finally realize
You stole my heart, so I'll steal it back
I'll break your psyche with a baseball bat
You can run, but you cannot hide
I'll have my revenge, it's all due in time
tear me apart, I'll tear you down
watch me fall, I'll toss you to the ground
you can pretend you don't know a thing
better watch your back if you're wearing his ring.
Weeks had come and gone another letter was not found, 'till one day she found a photograph upon the ground