All right. First of all, declare I copied and pasted this lyric online. . In fact, there is a story behind this song. It's true. It's about an Eminem fan. Then Eminem made this song. There is also a song called "Thank you", which is Dido who sings the chorus. It's the same score as Stan. . You'll know when you listen. . Chorus: Dido

My tea is cold, why? ...

I am always in a bad mood.

The early morning rain covered my window.

I can't see anything.

Everything I see is gray.

But there's your picture on the wall,

It reminds me, not bad,

It's okay ...

[Stan]

Dear Slim, I wrote to you, but you still didn't reply.

I left my address, name and telephone number at the end of the letter.

I sent two letters in autumn. You certainly didn't receive them.

Maybe the post office or something made a mistake.

Sometimes I always scribble addresses.

But what can you do? Fuck it! How is your daughter?

My girlfriend is also pregnant. I am going to be a father.

If it was a girl, guess what I would call her?

I'll name her Bonnie.

I also read about your uncle Ronnie, and I'm sorry.

A friend of mine died to dump his bitch,

I know you may hear this every day, but I'm a huge fan of yours.

I even have underground music that you and Scam made together.

My room is covered with your posters and photos.

I also like your noisy songs. That's great.

Chorus: Dido

My tea is cold, why? ...

I am always in a bad mood.

The early morning rain covered my window.

I can't see anything.

Everything I see is gray.

But there's your picture on the wall,

It reminds me, not bad,

It's okay ...

[Stan]

Dear Slim, you still haven't written back. I hope you can understand this plan.

I'm not crazy. I just don't think you fucking bother to write back to fans.

If you don't want to talk to me outside the theater, you can talk to me.

But at least sign Matthew's name.

That's my little brother, only six years old.

We waited in the damn cold wind for four hours, but you just said "no"

That little guy regards you as his idol.

He wants to be like you. He likes you more than I do.

I'm not crazy, but I don't like being cheated.

Remember our meeting in Denver? You said that if I wrote, you would reply.

Because we are in the same boat.

I don't know who my father is,

He always cheats on his mother and beats her.

I can see myself in your songs. So in those depressed days,

Listen to your song.

Only your song can help me.

I even tattooed your name on my chest.

Sometimes I cut my wrist to see how much blood I can bleed.

Like adrenaline, the pain came to me.

I respect you because everything you say is true.

My girlfriend is getting jealous because I talk about you every day.

But she doesn't know you like I do. No one can

She won't understand people who have experienced us.

Remember to write back, and you will lose such a huge fan as me forever.

Yours sincerely, Stan.

Besides, we will be together.

Chorus: Dido

My tea is cold, why? ...

I am always in a bad mood.

The early morning rain covered my window.

I can't see anything.

Everything I see is gray.

But there's your picture on the wall,

It reminds me, not bad,

It's okay ...

[Stan]

Dear sir, he never writes back.

This will be my last email to you.

I haven't written back for six months-I don't deserve it.

I know you have received the last two letters;

I wrote the address clearly on it.

This is the tape I want to send you. I hope you can hear me.

I'm in the car, driving 90 on the highway.

Hey, skinny, I drank 15 vodka. Do you think I can still drive?

Do you know PhilCollins' song "In the Night Air" about saving a drowning man?

But he was not saved.

The situation is the same as now. You could have stopped me from drowning.

But it's too late now. I took 1000 sedative.

I can't open my eyes. I just want a damn answer.

I hope you know that I tore all your photos off the wall.

I love you, slim. We should be together. Think about it.

Now that you have ruined everything, I don't think you will fall asleep. You're bound to dream about it.

You scream when you dream.

I hope your conscience will condemn you. You can't breathe without me.

Look at it, slim bitch, shut up! I'm talking.

Hey, skinny, that's my girlfriend screaming in the trunk.

But I won't cut her throat, I just tie her up.

I'm not like you.

Suffering from suffocation will make her more miserable.

All right, time to go. I'm on the bridge.

Oh, hell, how can I send the tape?

[Wheel rubbing sound] [Collision sound]

[short silence] [loud splash]

[Eminem]

Dear Stan, I intended to reply to your letter as soon as possible, but I have been too busy recently.

You said your girlfriend was pregnant. How long has it been?

I'm glad you can give your daughter this name.

This is your brother's signature,

I wrote it at the beginning of the letter

I'm sorry I couldn't see you at the concert. I must have missed it.

Don't think that I wrote those songs on purpose to upset you.

But you said you like to cut your wrists, too.

I sang those songs just for fun.

Hey, are you okay?

You have a little problem, Stan. I think you need some advice to help you.

What do you mean we'll be together?

This conversation makes me don't want to see you.

I think you and your girlfriend really need each other.

Maybe you should be nicer to her.

I hope you can read this letter, it will arrive before you hurt yourself.

Relax, I think you'll be fine.

I'm glad I can inspire you, but why are you so crazy?

I just want you to be my fan.

I don't want to see you talk crazy again.

A piece of news two weeks ago made me uneasy.

A guy is driving under the bridge.

In the trunk is his pregnant girlfriend.

I also found a tape in the car.

But they didn't say who the tape was for.

Think about it, his name is ... it's you.

Damn it!