Why don't you recognize the adventurous spirit within me?
Can't you see that you're holding me back and that my spirit need to soar free?
Why not join me in my quest for life and experience a philosopher's mind?
Don't you want to see the world with me and leave materialism behind?
Can't you see this raging rebel as a girl who's in search of peace?
Why don't you help me cure my curiosity rather than fighting my "disease"?
Don't you want to be my other wing and we'll be a stronger bird?
Why don't you embrace my entire being but only accept a third?
How can you call me a liar if I'm trying to be frank with myself?
Why don't you put your hands in mine and take me off your shelve?
Can you love me the way you say but allow me to cry inside?
How can you expect me to pretend and still hide by your side?
How can you remind me of mistakes I've made if that is the way to grow?
Can't you see me sunk into darkness and stop punishing me when I'm feeling low?
Why do you deprive me of passion and call me a nympho instead?
Why do you hate the life your living with me if you made up you own bed?
How can you regret no children if you know it's not in my hands?
Do you think I'm a shallow madam who enjoy the glory of pranks?
Can't you smell that I'm emotionally drained by your ever demanding restrictions?
Can two people still love each other whilst living such different convictions?
