Sheldon,
I'm not writing this to you to guilt you into...

My eyes are windows
You can use to see inside...

My little friend
is small and grey...

Long blond hair
And eyes of blue...

She keeps her journal
Locked up tight...

I got in the car
To hang out ike friends...

You know its funny
How we live just to die...

The gun is a story
It will tell...

Life is like the sand
In an hour glass...

The perfect blade
Meets her perfect skin...

I know it's long but please read it and give me...
You choose to smoke...

Watching you
From above...