Thank-you Note

\rAs She Woke Up For The Final Injection
\rThe Sickness Was Hard
\rWhen There Was No One Around
\rAnd It Spread To Her Hands
\rAnd It Spread To Her Legs
\rAnd They Felt Like The Mud From The Pond On The Ground
\rThat She Played In As A Kid
\rWhat She Did To Deserve This
\rWhile Her Friends Were At Parties
\rShe Was On The Floor, With A Mixture Of Blood
\rSweat And Tears By Her Head
\rThat's When She Said, Can I Be Dead?
\rYeah I've Heard That Before

\rSo As I'm Writing This Thank You Note
\rThere's Just One Thing She Wanted You To Know
\rJust Before She Had To Go, She Said That She Liked You

\rJust Hung The Painting That We Found Of London
\rI Never Saw The Beauty Of That City Before
\rAs It Sat In Our Basement Next To Board Games And Year Books
\rWith A Faint Smell Of Must, Dust And Dog Food On The Floor

\rSo As I'm Writing This Thank You Note
\rThere's Just One Thing She Wanted You To Know
\rJust Before She Had To Go, She Said That She Liked You