Message to the smallest man who ever lived. Were you sent by someone
beneath our bed?
Were you writing a book? Were you a sleeper cell spy?
And 50 years. Will all this be declassified?
And you’ll confess why you did.
And I’ll say good riddance.
Cause it wasn’t sexy once.
It wasn’t. For I wouldn’t have died for your sins.
Instead, I just died inside.
And you deserve prison. But you won’t get time. You’re sliding into.
You crash my party,
you kicked out the stage lights,
but you’re still performing.
And I’ll forget you. But I’ll never forgive