note+from+dj

hey babe. i know we haven't talked in a long, long time. and i know a lot of that is my own fault. you're just too much for me. i fall apart, i fall down, i surrender. i know we haven't gotten along recently. i don't know how things got so fucked up. i loved you. god knows i loved you in my secret heart. loved you so much i would give anything for you. my life, my body, a sacrifice dead or alive. i don't really understand why it wasn't enough. i was a first born child. i came from a good home. i had a good heart and a good mind. but it wasn't enough, you chewed me up and spat me out. i wasn't enough. so i got to check out for a bit, babe. i think i've left about everything in order. i've got places to go and things to do before i bite the big one. maybe i'll see you again, maybe i won't. you and i both know better than to guess about that one, right? so anyways, here's wishing you luck. i know you're strong, and i know you'll be okay, otherwise i could never leave. but i hope you learn to think before you push people. i hope you learn compassion, that you don't burn people the way you burnt me. you have destroyed my life, my family, my career, my body, my mind, my innocence, my ability to love. i know i asked you to do all these things. but, perhaps, next time, you could refuse. love you babe. stay true to yourself. over and out, d

//DJ: Don't let the door hit ya where the good lord split ya.//