I found your letter in the mail postmarked 3 years ago
And when it opened I found evidence proclaiming so
Another panther in the hunt for a taste of your heart
Your blood, her perfume drenched the outline of your sharp blocked words
They read, "I hope you're doing well,
I'm so sorry I couldn't help you when you fell
There's a change that's come over me.
She, she needs me now to help her set her free."
With trembling hands I held the note, a memoir, effigy
I threw it in the waste and with it went my sympathy
Although deep in my heart, I knew this would not be the end,
I processed my thoughts, my medium paper and pen
I wrote, "I'm glad you're doing well.
I'm so sorry you couldn't be there when I fell.
There's a change that's come over me.
I don't need you now to help me me free."
I wrote, "I'm glad you're doing well.
I'm so sorry you couldn't be there when I fell.
There's a change that's come over me.
I don't need you now to help me me free."