they say you look just like your father
and yet I still try to copy my mother
her movements and her thoughts
I try to like the same things she loves

I can't be so brave as is she,
and yet she is everything I always wanted to be.
I carry in me the rage of my  father
and the uspoken words of my mother

I am my mother’s daughter.
I carry the bag with all her unfulfilled dreams.
I wipe her imaginary tears
and help to cook her meals

And yet still, I am an awful cooker.
I get ***** each one of my dresses.
She just smiles about everything I messes—
instead of me, you should look at her.

I would sell my soul for her happiness,
ask for anything and it's yours.
I just want the wrinkles on her face
to be caused by a smile.

Be ready to say "goodbye"
When you have the guts to say "hello"

i miss knowing your life,
not just you.
i know your soul like it’s my own,
yet i don’t even know
what daily life looks like to you anymore.
you took a part of me
that day in early july,
a part of me i’ll never get back,
but wouldn’t want to, either.
you took summer with you
and since then
things haven’t been the same.

Some days I laugh,
other days I disappear.
Both are parts of healing,
I’ve learned not to fear

Stop blaming yourself
for faults of other people
Stop trying to save everybody
when you are drowning too

sure, it's a good feeling to be the savior
but slowly you're becoming the one that needs to save
Your emotions gather into a huge wave
and it will be late when you realize
you are the only one that stayed on the beach

Stop blaming yourself,
and make others taste their own medicine

Let yourself do the mistakes
you always excused others for
And no its not childish
to allow yourself not to be perfect

After all, we all are just
kids in a grown-up bodies