I want to brush my teeth,
I want to brush my teeth before I sleep.
I want to see the way they shine,

I feel so great when they're clean and bright.
If it feels so good, so right
Yet why do they claim it dims my light?

My clothes are unclean,
My hair is messy,
My nails are uncut—you can see.
I know I was never an apple of your eye, never part of your tree.

But now my clothes are clean,
And I have learned to do some laundry.
My hair is *******, but sometimes, I let it be free.
You have started telling me I have become an apple of your eye,
And now a part of your tree.

All I wanted to say to you is—
Let me be. Let me be me...