My tea's gone cold I'm wondering why
got out of bed atall
The morning rain clouds up my window
And I can't see atall
That's what it's like with you Spike. I can't see what you think, what you feel, who you love. It's like I can't see you atall.
Even if I could it'd all be grey
But your picture on my wall
It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad
I do have a photo of you. I can't remember when it was taken, but it's night time at that cafe, remember? You took me out there for a special meal. I was so happy.....I would put it on my wall, but I don't have one. I came back to Prague and I'm living on the streets. It's horrible...sometimes it's just this photo that keeps me going.
Drank too much last night got bills to pay
My head just feels in pain
Missed the bus and there'll be hell today
I'm late for work again
And even if I'm there and they're all implying
that I might not last the day
Then you call me and it's not so bad, it's not so bad.
Maybe that would work. If I coud hear your voice...but it would probably hurt even more.
Push the door I'm home at last
and I'm soaking through and through
Then you handed me a towel
and all I see is you
even if my house falls down now
I wouldn't have a clue
because you're near me
I wish I could come back. In my dreams you would sweep me up and kiss me, tell me you missed me and that you hate the slayer. But I know it won't happen. Would you kill me for her? I think you would.
I'm never going to send this letter, but it's a way of helping me get over you. I know really that I never will. I'll probably starve out here...I haven't eaten for days. I found a sharp piece of wood the other day...I put it to my heart, but I thought of you and I couldn't do it. Spike.....I love you.
All my love, Drusilla.
And I want to thank you
for giving me the best days of my life......