"I've told you so many times that I'm running out of breath because
I'm only talking till I'm blue in the face and not a moment less because
I only love the sound of my voice I know you're all impressed." But in
reality the fact is listening to you just makes me more depressed.
Here we go again, I hear the nails on the blackboard start. But when
it really comes down to it I'd rather listen to you fart. Talking only about
yourself makes you feel whole lot better. Why not just pick up a pen
and write yourself a love letter?
"Hi! How've I been? Well, the wearher's fine and I'm having wonderful
time and I wish I was here."