Your life

I just hate it when I see you sad,
And blaming it on yourself, you must be getting mad.
How in the world could you let people how to live your life?
Only you decide who can call you his wife.
Every one says that you are doing it wrong,
But living your own life means that you are strong.
Don't get mad at them, they don't know any better,
Only if you believe what they say, it will make you sadder.
You are not a prisoner in a cell,
People who think you are, can go straight to hell.
You are entitled of a meaning of your own,
Damn girl, look at you. You are fully grown.
You're an adult, who can make her own mistakes,
People who don't think like that, well they are fakes.
Maybe they are jealous of what you are,
They know they never reach your level, not by far.
People are unhappy with that, they can't bear.
But if they treat you like shit, you know that ain't fair.
Why should you go back to the one that causes you so much pain?
He has done it before and he will do it again.
But I know it is your choice and you will choose what's best for you,
I only wish that there was something I could do.
You write about the way you feel,
You make it look like it is not much of a deal.
But I can see through everything you write,
'Cause you tell me all at the Milky Way each night.
I read not only the lines, but analyse every word,
My conclusion is that you are truly truly hurt.
And even if you might think that I don't care,
I want you to know, I am your friend and for you I am there.