This year has been so shady,
I'm hiding in my room, but
The fantasies are fading
While nights are hot and humid.
I talk it through in letters,
A bitch, a witch, a seer
And I can see you better
Than you have ever seen me.
Than you have ever read me,
Than you have ever judged me.
My words are soft and deadly
But I don't deal in gadgets.
Oh, silly boys and gamers,
It's hard to be forgiving,
But I am done with blaming
And almost done with grieving.
So let this be a lesson,
Since no one will forget me
If they have held my essence
And read uncensored letters.