
Dear teacher, yes, I’m talking
You told me I can be a writer
Since my words are never perfect
But then again, to ears that
Don’t want to listen
They don’t have a chance
But out there someone will

Dear teacher, yes, I’m talking
You told me I can be a writer
Since my words are never perfect
But then again, to ears that
Don’t want to listen
They don’t have a chance
But out there someone will