I hate my mum
but i love your son
things i can't say
are things i can't express
i maybe a girl, i may
i maybe a singer, they say
people with wide open arms
but there a heart filled with all these narrow spaces
we all do stupid things
we all have our drama scenes
with all of those drama queens
people who don't care
are people who stay there
stay in the lonely forgotten garden of a child.
