And I wake up, wake up feeling dizzy still. Too much medicine for me. My head's in a dry spell. And I heard it, heard it from a friend of mine. Well, bad news could never come at such, such an awful time. My mother, she told me deaths they come in threes. A grandmother, former lover. Now so it seems, If history's to repeat, destiny spells out defeat. Feeling ghostly. Who authorized this screenplay? Who's got me up all night to rewrite and revise a climactic scene to end lives? And my pen goes off the page, and in turn you do the same. It feels like a movie I'm watching on an old TV. It's cutting out! It leaves me speechless at the end of a horrendous scene! Plot twist for the times, when the hero dies. And where he lies, will find my pen by surprise. And I don't know why. I didn't call cut. There's one for the academy. An award nominee.