Looks as if I was a crazy scientist...
well, I'm not.
I only work in a factory.
I miss you. I fuckin' miss you.
I'm not sure what am I goin' to do.
Come on, come'ere, Iwanna be cuddled.
Dear Darlin', please excuse my writing
I can't stop my hands from shaking
Cause I'm cold and alone tonight
I miss you and nothing hurts like no you
no one understands what we went through... bla bla.