Open-ended, parting on a note it never rang and barely ever spoke to anyone baring the slightest peace of mind, cause if it did, there'd be no fingerprints to find or forget. dont' have the money and you know it'd be well spent, keeping tabs on whichever family tree, ready to furnish an identity because Relative is relative, relative's not relevant in my case and my case is not closed and open to interpretation or a point of view you can guess you can't know that foreign stays foreign till found mother, what's in a name? more than that, why can't mine be found? i'm sick of home, it's just a contest now, where how can i top or put you down in your place because Relative is relative and relative's not relevant in my case and my case is not closed and open to interpretation or a point of view you can guess, you can't know that foreign stays foreign till found. and if all else fails, i can take that flight to the town i was born, where you still might be staying laying low and saving face. think it goes without saying, this goes without saying at least, i tried.