Sometimes life is Ghey, "Gheyy", I shout. The teacher will be telling us a story, "Gheyy", I shout. My mum will be telling me off, "Gheyy", I shout. My house might be burning down, "Gheyy", I shout. Gheyy, over and over, every single day is nothing but Ghey, but hey? Ghey is good, right?
