Early morning,   And the first thing that I hear    Is the sound of the pleasant birds,   Singing that irritating melody   For all that's right   Like a drunk dancing in the street   [...]   But all that I keep thinking of is you      Late at night   And I cannot get to sleep   Due to the sound of all the voices that are constantly just nagging me and,      Like the sound of a dyslexic child   Expressing his feelings [...] of dinosaurs and monsters         From what I feel    I've seen something and from it, well it's so very dull and boring   It's killing me   It's killing something I care about, I care about so very something   And as long as you believe,   And what you're doing is a good example of how you're feeling well,   If I could take a lesson from an educated writer   Then I would take my words and I would write the perfect stanza for you   And write it from the heart   I may not have the skills but I've got passion by the truckload   And I'll express it how I want      *laughs*