Dear Seok Hong,
This'll be the last message I ever send you
It's been 4 weeks and still no word
I don't deserve it!
I know you got my last letter
I posted it right here on this Blog
So this is another note I'm sending you
I hope you read it
I'm in a cyber cafe right now
I'm paying RM 2 per hour
Hey Seok Hong,
I drank some Cola
You dare me to surf?
You know the song by Phil Collins
About the boy and the monkeys?
That's kinda how this is
You coulda rescued me from the plane crash
Now it's too late
I'm post-call
I'm DROWSY!
And all I wanted was a lousy letter or an sms
I hope you know I ripped
My pictures of Xena off the wall
You ruined it now
I hope you can't sleep and you dream about it
And when you dream I hope you can't sleep and you scream about it
I hope your conscience eats at you and you can't breathe without a nasal prong
See Seok Hong,
(*Screaming*) Shut up b____!
I'm tryin to talk!
Hey Seok Hong,
That's some pregnant girl I kidnapped from outside the hospital screamin at the next computer (I don't know her, and it ain't my baby cause I don't f___ girls)
But I don't slit her throat
I just tied her up
See I ain't like you
Cause if she suffocates she'll suffer more
And then she'll die too
Well, gotta go
I'm almost here 2 hours
Oh shit, I forgot my wallet
How'm I supposed to pay?