[Verse 1 - ]
Dear John
I really wish you would come over and visit
And spend some quality time together, a lot more than Khryst did
I just written a letter a few months ago, but haven't got one back
I thought you were a good brother, but all of sudden you gotten bad?
What the fuck, man? I thought we were supposed to be so close
I thought we were family, not enemies, now you're keeping us distant?
Come on, John, I love you brother, don't make me think different
Last time I seen you was a few days before Christmas
But I was fifteen back then, that was six years ago
Now I old enough to fucking drink beer and smoke
Here we go again, another sibling who's not able to see me
Except for when he's watching my music videos on his TV
Another pain and struggle I have to fucking go through
Now, I have to sit around and have to act like I don't know you
But the only person who can change that is John hisself
Well, maybe not just you, I guess I gotta help
I grab a gun that's on my shelf, then I cock it back
Then I say, "Fuck it, this letter is pointless, he ain't gonna jot me back" (gunshot)
[Verse 2 - ]
My brother walks in my house, and starts knocking on my bedroom door
Then he sees me, lying dead on the floor
He starts crying, tears streaming down his cheek
Inside, I see him dying, feeling like he's getting weak
He pulls out his phone, and starts dialing out some numbers
The caller picks up, and he says, "I just lost my brother!"
Dear John
I really wish you would come over and visit
And spend some quality time together, a lot more than Khryst did
I just written a letter a few months ago, but haven't got one back
I thought you were a good brother, but all of sudden you gotten bad?
What the fuck, man? I thought we were supposed to be so close
I thought we were family, not enemies, now you're keeping us distant?
Come on, John, I love you brother, don't make me think different
Last time I seen you was a few days before Christmas
But I was fifteen back then, that was six years ago
Now I old enough to fucking drink beer and smoke
Here we go again, another sibling who's not able to see me
Except for when he's watching my music videos on his TV
Another pain and struggle I have to fucking go through
Now, I have to sit around and have to act like I don't know you
But the only person who can change that is John hisself
Well, maybe not just you, I guess I gotta help
I grab a gun that's on my shelf, then I cock it back
Then I say, "Fuck it, this letter is pointless, he ain't gonna jot me back" (gunshot)
[Verse 2 - ]
My brother walks in my house, and starts knocking on my bedroom door
Then he sees me, lying dead on the floor
He starts crying, tears streaming down his cheek
Inside, I see him dying, feeling like he's getting weak
He pulls out his phone, and starts dialing out some numbers
The caller picks up, and he says, "I just lost my brother!"
( Fred E. Fox )
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