I just read your interview
And yes, some things were true
But some things I think you invented
Perhaps borrowed and/or rented
I just read your biography
Some things were unclear to me
I think the author got confused
He failed to mention I’m your muse
This isn’t the way
I imagined your fame
I hoped and I prayed
You’d come back to me feeling the same
If I had the fame
I’d want everyone knowing your name
Hope it’s clear, I ain’t insane.
I just saw you on TV
With Goils from Tennessee
I think you must’ve been on tour
I see there’s no shortage of whores
I heard you were back in town
You know how news can get around
I’m not someone who’s seen the light
So keep one eye open at night
Please keep in mind
I have access to knives
And guns, better run,
We’ll see who gets remembered this time.
I fear that this time I cant do with a simple goodbye
Sorry dear, you have to die.
I just read your obituary
Again, no sign of me.
It makes me blue to know it’s true
That all they care about is you.
I just heard your eulogy
With your friends and family
I did not receive my credit
For having left you beheaded
Now I’m doing time
25 years to life
I now realize
That my murder weapon was my pride
I know deep inside,
I’m not always sweet miss apple pie
I just thought you were my guy.
I just read your diary
On every page you mentioned me
I’m embarrassed to admit it
But so happy to be in it
Love paired with vanity
Can lead to insanity
Of all the things I can think of
The one that makes me most crazy is LOVE.