Butch Walker. Letters. Thank-You Note. Zeneszám

As she woke up for the final injection
The sickness was hard when there was no one around
And it spread to her hands, and it spread to her legs
And they felt like the mud from the pond on the ground
That she played in as a kid

What she did to deserve this while her friends were at parties
She was on the floor with a mixture of blood
Sweat and tears by her head that's when she said
"Can I be dead?", yeah, I've heard that before

So as I'm writing this thank-you note
There's just one thing she wanted you to know
Just before she had to go, she said that she liked you

Just hung the painting that we found of London
Never saw the beauty of that city before
As it sat in our basement next to board games and year books
With a faint smell of must, dust and dog food on the floor

And as I'm writing this thank-you notes
There's just one thing she wanted you to know
Just before she had to go, she said that she liked you