Thank-You Note

As she woke up for the final injection The sickness was hard when there was no one around And it spread to her hands, and it spread to her legs And they felt like the mud from the pond on the ground That she played in as a kid What she did to deserve this while her friends were at parties She was on the floor with a mixture of blood Sweat and tears by her head that's when she said "Can I be dead?", yeah, I've heard that before So as I'm writing this thank-you note There's just one thing she wanted you to know Just before she had to go, she said that she liked you Just hung the painting that we found of London Never saw the beauty of that city before As it sat in our basement next to board games and year books With a faint smell of must, dust and dog food on the floor And as I'm writing this thank-you notes There's just one thing she wanted you to know Just before she had to go, she said that she liked you