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Dear John Letter
I'm sitting here,
In my own head thinking
How you could be staring in
Got my number too
And I'm writing you
Contemplating on the paper what I should do
On the fireplace with the mail man
Should I tell you or should I hold it in
If my heart wasn't in it
Baby you could just forget it
I'd be gone in a New York minute
You never give me attention
I know you never had bad intentions for us
So I'm writing you but I always fail to mention
Cause you know I really don't like to fuss
So I'm gonna hold it in
[Chorus]
(I'm writing you a) Dear John letter
I tried to stay but it never got better
I couldn't tell you face to face but I,
I had to let you know
Sometimes I want to hit the door
(I'm writing you Dear John)
Sometimes I think that I've had enough
My hands freeze and I can't write fast enough,
I want to get away but I can't obey when my heart speaks,
You know I'm listening
Some days I'm really touchy and
Some days I'm willing to forget and
Some days I'm still in love with you
Some days I'm sad and blue
When I don't check myself
I get frustrated with you
And I don't know what I'm gonna do
I know that it's not just you
It's some of my negligence too
And I can't go through with mailing this to you
[Chorus: x2]
When I don't check myself
I get frustrated with you
And I don't know what I'm gonna do
I know that it's not just you
It's some of my negligence too
And I can't go through with mailing this to you
[Chorus: x2]
I'm writing this letter
Because it makes me feel better