Dear mother, what can I saynIt's been so long since I went awaynAnd yes, I miss the comforts of homenBut I guess I'm better off on my ownnnNo one told me people could be so cruelnNobody told me about any of this in schoolnStill nobody understands the things that I don't understandnnI've nothing to write home aboutnNothing I have figured outnStill I have the same old doubtsnNothing to write home aboutnnDear John, that ain't my namenI'm just hangin' 'round to take the blamenI'm filled with guilt, I'm filled with shamenToo much or not enough it's all the samennAnd no one wants to talk about the lossnNo one wants to talk about the costnEvery one just looks away, just like any other daynnI've nothing to write home aboutnNothing I have figured outnStill I have the same old doubtsnNothing to write home aboutnnWho can teach me how to change my waysnWho will come and save the daynWho will tell me what to saynWhen there's nothing left to saynnNobody told me about any of this in schoolnNo one told me I'd be taken for a foolnAnd everyone just looks away, and tries to make it through the daynnI've nothing to write home aboutnNothing I have figured outnStill I have the same old doubtsnNothing to write home about