She doesn't understand me,
she thinks I still play with toys.
I'm not a little girl anymore,
now I play with boys.
She thinks just cause she traps me in the house,
that I will be a perfect child
She has to relize
if she hold me any longer I will go wild.
She has to let me free,
and let me live my life,
she has to believe I can do good,
and can do more than slash myself with a knife.
No matter what I do for her,
It just never is enough
I try and try and try again,
it's getting so tough.
I can't just be who she wants me to,
I have to be myself,
She needs to think about it,
who would wanna be someone else.
At points I'm about to give up,
but I want to make her happy,
oh god, please god,
just make my mother happy.
