de la soul – My Writes scritto da admin 21 Gennaio 2016 Dear mother, what can I say It’s been so long since I went away And 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’ ‘round to take the blame I’m filled with guilt, I’m filled with shame Too much or not enough it’s all the same And no one wants to talk about the loss No one wants to talk about the cost Every one just looks away, just like any other day I’ve nothing to write home about Nothing I have figured out Still I have the same old doubts 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 Nothing I have figured out Still I have the same old doubts Nothing to write home about