Letter - The BlueStocking

My sweet, my dear, i wrote you a letter

To tell you how i’m lonely without you

I’m really sad for our last quarrel

I hope you write me back

I wonder where are you now

And do you stilll keep a wound in your heart

I hope you healed your headache and

Revived the gift of speech

My sweet, my dear, why don’t you reply to me

I explained that i am so sorry

I only sit and stare at the window

And wait you to write me back

I asked a man where you are

He told me that you are at a graveyard

I’m glad that you’ve got a job, whatever

Please write when you have time

My sweet, my dear, why are you so mad at me

I don’t understand what’s the matter

It only was two smashes of hammer

And nineteen stabs of knife

I’m tired of sitting here for years

There are barred windows, white and soft walls

O, please take me out of here

At least you can simply write me back