Dear John Letter
I'm sitting herein my own headthinking howyou can be staring ingot my number 2and I'm writing youcontemplating onthe way we were with each of youon the fire placewith the mailmanshould I tellyaor should I hold it inif my heart wasn't in itbaby, you can just forget itI'd be gone in a New York minute
You never give me attentionI know you don't have bad attentions for usso I'm writing youbut, I always fail to mentioncause you know I really don't like to fussso I'm gonna hold it in
I'm writing you a dear John letterI tried to try to staybut it never got betterI couldn't tell you face to facebut I, I have to let you knowsometimes I want to hit the doorI'm writing you dear John
sometimes I thinkthat I've had enoughmy hand's freezingand I can't write fast enoughI wanna get awaybut I can't obeywhen my heart speaksyou know I'm listeningsomedays, I'm ready to jet andsomedays, I wouldn't forget andsomedays, I'm still in love with yousomedays, I'm sad and blue