We are all broken souls,
Using fake glue
To stick ourselves together.

you could turn me into a woman
you could teach me how to be beautiful
you could teach me how to cook
you could teach me how to have manners
but what's the point?
if all i get from you is lessons but no love
if all i get is orders but no compassion
if all i get is anger but no joy.
i feel pain everyday.
But i still ask myself " Am i ungrateful?" "Am i spoiled?"
But in the end I'll choose to remove all my feelings and become
cold.                                  
And for you I'll still choose to become the perfect daughter.

i'm getting tired of it,
waking up once a day,
feeling dead and forever unpleasant.
i love too much,
i'm not much pride to swallow.
let your roots grow into me,
feel yourself waste away.
we wept, sea between beds,
always but a dream never to be seized,
nothing is forever.