You get angry and sad,
complain that I'm not
the perfect daughter,
all hope must be lost.
I don't have a clean bedroom,
I don't always jump
to fix things for you
when you're in a slump.
I stay home too much,
but you don't like it when I go out.
So how am I supposed to win?
You keep knocking me down.
But before you get angry,
remember I bailed you out.
For all of my losses,
you owe me money now.

Please don't ask me how I'm feeling
lest I honestly reply,
pave way for fear with danger near
earnestly waiting for the sky
to cave in on me
and send me down
this rabbit hole of doubt
and god forbid I honestly reply
You'll have let the dogs out.

I want to cry, and scream, and yell.
I want to complain, and raise all hell.
I don't want to sit and be complacent,
I want to be free, see the bar and raise it.
I want to feel better, be better, see better,
I just want it all to be better.
I thought that it would and that I'd glide with ease
I really thought i wouldn't get cold feet.
I know now that I can never commit,
that life and it's friends is something i omit.
But give me some peace as I cry and complain
as in real life, it'd never be the same.