You say i am miserable to be around,
that i act like a total clown.
you always end up putting me down.
But maybe i just want to be found.
I want to pursue my dream...
for when i get to be fourty-three,
I won't be like you, way extreme,
I will just be...well just Me.
You tell me I am a bad kid.
And everything i do, you forbid,
For all of the times i hid,
and all of the things you did
Everything you say ends up in a scream.
You say, "it's a done deal, a guarantee",
Then it comes back to haunt me in my dream.
You are interfearing with who i want to be, just me.
