(Repeat on Monday, August 6)
It's always the same.
The same rules that I break,
The same consequences that are given to me.
And sometimes I wonder..
Maybe I was born at the wrong time.
It became my happiest thought.
(One that made me feel okay)
It was better than being sorry for living.
I graduated about a month ago, from high school.
I got accepted into a University about a week ago.
And even though, it may not be what you
But at least I tried
Even a pat on the back would be fine.
Or a sincere smile of pride for your daughter.
Just a sign, to know I'm wanted from you.
I'm sorry, but. I am me, and you are you.
And that will never change.