Nothing to write home about No one to hear out ye frequent pouts Which habitually compel Ye to welcome alone Anyone there to come on out Moments as ye boldly approach anew ye slowly steps out finally ye that of enlist being Whom worth writing home about
Ooh gawd til then reproach now through past time approach my future hence I'll always have yesterday Through which I'll do better today Though I hope tomorrow await me again
Oh gawd it would appear that black time don't matter to oppressors though there should be a law against being rudely subjected to hurry up and wait while black
Through metaphoric suggestion take heed that though a pain in the *** luv will never die cause ye can't **** a word that's evidently unable to support effort, be touched or contacted after failure.