Whitney Houston - Dear John Letter
I'm sitting here
In my own head
Thinking how
You can be staring in
Got my number too
And I'm writing you
Contemplating on
The way we were with each of you
On the fire place
With the mailman
Should I tellya
Or should I hold it in
If my heart wasn't in it
Baby, you can just forget it
I'd be gone in a New York minute
You never give me attention
I know you don't have bad attentions for us
So I'm writing you
But, I always fail to mention
Cause you know I really don't like to fuss
So I'm gonna hold it in
I'm writing you a dear John letter
I tried to try to stay
But it never got better
I couldn't tell you face to face
But I, I have to let you know
Sometimes I want to hit the door
I'm writing you dear John
Sometimes I think
That I've had enough
My hand's freezing
And I can't write fast enough
I wanna get away
But I can't obey
When my heart speaks
You know I'm listening
Somedays, I'm ready to jet and
Somedays, I wouldn't forget and
Somedays, I'm still in love with you
Somedays, I'm sad and blue
