[Dido:]My tea's gone cold I'm wondering why I got out of bed at allThe morning rain clouds up my window and I can't see at allAnd even if I could it'd all be gray, but your picture on my wallIt reminds me, that it's not so bad, it's not so badMy tea's gone cold I'm wondering why I got out of bed at allThe morning rain clouds up my window and I can't see at allAnd even if I could it'd all be gray, but your picture on my wallIt reminds me, that it's not so bad, it's not so bad[Eminem as Stan:]Dear Slim, I wrote you but you still ain't callingI left my cell, my pager, and my home phone at the bottomI sent two letters back in autumn, you must not've got 'emThere probably was a problem at the post office or somethingSometimes I scribble addresses too sloppy when I jot 'emBut anyways; * it, what's been up? Man, how's your daughter?My girlfriend's pregnant, too, I'm bout to be a fatherIf I have a daughter, guess what I'mma call her?I'mma name her BonnieI read about your Uncle Ronnie, too, I'm sorryI had a friend kill himself over some bitch who didn't want himI know you probably hear this every day, but I'm your biggest fanI even got the underground * that you did with SkamI got a room full of your posters and your pictures, manI like the * you did with Rawkus, too, that * was phatAnyways, I hope you get this, man, hit me backJust to chat, truly yours, your biggest fanThis is Stan[Dido:]My tea's gone cold I'm wondering why I got out of bed at allThe morning rain clouds up my window and I can't see at allAnd even if I could it'd all be gray, but your picture on my wallIt reminds me, that it's not so bad, it's not so bad[Eminem as Stan:]Dear Slim, you still ain't called or wrote, I hope you have a chanceI ain't mad - I just think it's * up you don't answer fansIf you didn't wanna talk to me outside your concertYou didn't have to, but you could've signed an autograph for MatthewThat's my little brother man, he's only six years oldWe waited in the blistering cold for youFor four hours and you just said, "No"That's pretty *ty man - you're like his * idolHe wants to be just like you man, he likes you more than I doI ain't that mad though, I just don't like being lied toRemember when we met in Denver - you said if I'd write youYou would write back - see I'm just like you in a wayI never knew my father neitherHe used to always cheat on my mom and beat herI can relate to what you're saying in your songsSo when I have a *ty day, I drift away and put 'em on'Cause I don't really got * else so that * helps when I'm depressedI even got a tattoo of your name across the chestSometimes I even cut myself to see how much it bleedsIt's like adrenaline, the pain is such a sudden rush for meSee everything you say is real, and I respect you 'cause you tell itMy girlfriend's jealous 'cause I talk about you 24/7But she don't know you like I know you Slim, no one do