Dear mother, what can I say it№s been so long since I went away yes I miss the comforts of home but I guess I№m better off on my own no one told me people could be so cruel nobody told me about any of this in school still nobody understands the things that I don№t understand I№ve nothing to write home about nothing I have figured out still I have the same old doubts nothing to write home about dear John, that ain№t my name I№m just hangin№ Њround to take the blame I№m filled with guilt, I№m filled with shame too much or not enough, it№s all the same no one wants to talk about the loss no one wants to talk about the cost everyone just looks away, just like any other day I№ve nothing to write home about… who can teach me how to change my ways who will come and save the day who will tell me what to say when there№s nothing left to say nobody told me about any of this in school no one told me I№d be taken for a fool and everyone just looks away and tries to make it through the day I№ve nothing to write home about
