Chorus : Dido
My tea's gone cold I'm wondering why I..
Got out of bed at 
all
The morning rain clouds up my window..
And I can't see at all
And 
even if I could it'll all be gray,
But your picture on my wall
It reminds 
me, that it's not so bad,
It's not so bad..

1st Chorus : volume 
gradually grows over raindrop background
2nd Chorus : full volume with beat 
right after "thunder" noise

[Eminem as 'Stan']
Dear Slim, I wrote but 
you still ain't callin
I left my cell, my pager, and my home phone at the 
bottom
I sent two letters back in autumn, you must not-a got 'em
There 
probably was a problem at the post office or somethin
Sometimes I scribble 
addresses too sloppy when I jot 'em
But anyways; f*** it, what's been up? Man 
how's your daughter?
My girlfriend's pregnant too, I'm bout to be a 
father
If I have a daughter, guess what I'ma call her?
I'ma name her 
Bonnie
I read about your Uncle Ronnie too I'm sorry
I had a friend kill 
himself over some bitch who didn't want him
I know you probably hear this 
everyday, but I'm your biggest fan
I even got the underground sh** that you 
did with Skam
I got a room full of your posters and your pictures man
I 
like the sh** you did with Rawkus too, that sh** was fat
Anyways, I hope you 
get this man, hit me back,
Just to chat, truly yours, your biggest 
fan
This is Stan

[Chorus : Dido]

[Eminem as 'Stan']
Dear 
Slim, you still ain't called or wrote, I hope you have a chance
I ain't mad - 
I just think it's f***ED UP you don't answer fans
If you didn't wanna talk to 
me outside your concert
You didn't have to, but you coulda signed an 
autograph for Matthew
That's my little brother man, he's only six years 
old
We waited in the blistering cold for you,
Four hours and you just 
said, "No."
That's pretty sh**ty man - you're like his f***in idol
He 
wants to be just like you man, he likes you more than I do
I ain't that mad 
though, I just don't like bein lied to
Remember when we met in Denver - you 
said if I'd write you
You would write back - see I'm just like you in a 
way
I never knew my father neither;
He used to always cheat on my mom and 
beat her
I can relate to what you're saying in your songs
So when I have a 
sh**ty day, I drift away and put 'em on
Cause I don't really got sh** else so 
that sh** helps when I'm depressed
I even got a tattoo of your name across 
the chest
Sometimes I even cut myself to see how much it bleeds
It's like 
adrenaline, the pain is such a sudden rush for me
See everything you say is 
real, and I respect you cause you tell it
My girlfriend's jealous cause I 
talk about you 24/7
But she don't know you like I know you Slim, no one 
does
She don't know what it was like for people like us growin up
You 
gotta call me man, I'll be the biggest fan you'll ever lose
Sincerely yours, 
Stan -- P.S.
We should be together too

[Chorus : Dido]

[Eminem 
as 'Stan']
Dear Mister-I'm-Too-Good-To-Call-Or-Write-My-Fans,
This'll be 
the last package I ever send your ass
It's been six months and still no word 
- I don't deserve it?
I know you got my last two letters;
I wrote the 
addresses on 'em perfect
So this is my cassette I'm sending you, I hope you 
hear it
I'm in the car right now, I'm doing 90 on the freeway
Hey Slim, I 
drank a fifth of vodka, you dare me to drive?
You know the song by Phil 
Collins, "In the Air of the Night"
About that guy who coulda saved that other 
guy from drowning
But didn't, then Phil saw it all, then at a a show he found 
him?
That's kinda how this is, you coulda rescued me from drowning
Now 
it's too late - I'm on a 1000 downers now, I'm drowsy
And all I wanted was a 
lousy letter or a call
I hope you know I ripped +ALL+ of your pictures off 
the wall
I love you Slim, we coulda been together, think about it
You 
ruined it now, I hope you can't sleep and you dream about it
And when you 
dream I hope you can't sleep and you SCREAM about it
I hope your conscience 
EATS AT YOU and you can't BREATHE without me
See Slim; {*screaming*} Shut up 
bitch! I'm tryin to talk!
Hey Slim, that's my girlfriend screamin in the 
trunk
But I didn't slit her throat, I just tied her up, see I ain't like 
you
Cause if she suffocates she'll suffer more, and then she'll die 
too
Well, gotta go, I'm almost at the bridge now
Oh sh**, I forgot, how'm 
I supposed to send this sh** out?
{*car tires squeal*} {*CRASH*}
{*brief 
silence*} .. {*LOUD splash*}

[Chorus : Dido]

[Eminem]
Dear 
Stan, I meant to write you sooner but I just been busy
You said your 
girlfriend's pregnant now, how far along is she?
Look, I'm really flattered 
you would call your daughter that
And here's an autograph for your 
brother,
I wrote it on the Starter cap
I'm sorry I didn't see you at the 
show, I musta missed you
Don't think I did that sh** intentionally just to 
diss you
But what's this sh** you said about you like to cut your wrists 
too?
I say that sh** just clownin dogg,
V'mon - how f***ed up is 
you?
You got some issues Stan, I think you need some counseling
To help 
your ass from bouncing off the walls when you get down some
And what's this 
sh** about us meant to be together?
That type of sh**'ll make me not want us 
to meet each other
I really think you and your girlfriend need each 
other
Or maybe you just need to treat her better
I hope you get to read 
this letter, I just hope it reaches you in time
Before you hurt yourself, I 
think that you'll be doin just fine
If you relax a little, I'm glad I inspire 
you but Stan
Why are you so mad? Try to understand, that I do want you as a 
fan
I just don't want you to do some crazy sh**
I seen this one sh** on 
the news a couple weeks ago that made me sick
Some dude was drunk and drove 
his car over a bridge
And had his girlfriend in the trunk, and she was 
pregnant with his kid
And in the car they found a tape, but they didn't say 
who it was to
Come to think about, his name was.. it was you
Damn!