I got a fucking letter.
The name on the fucking envelope said 'Mary.'
My fucking wife's name...
It's fucking ridiculous, couldn't fucking possibly be fucking true...
That's what I keep fucking telling myself...
A fucking dead person can't write a fucking letter.
Mary died of that fucking damn disease three fucking years ago.
So then why the fuck am I fucking looking for her'
Our 'special fucking place'...
What could she fucking mean'
This whole fucking town was our special fucking place.
Does she fucking mean the park on the fucking lake'
We spent the whole fucking day there.
Just the fucking two of us, staring at the fucking water.
Could Mary really fucking be there'
Is she really fucking alive... waiting for me'