In my current state,
I don't have the money
I don't have the power
to make you happy

I only have hardwork
and my little accomplishments
at school and in life
to make you smile

But why can't you?
You always ask for more.
You always ask for more of me
when I'm already giving my all.

I'm already beating myself to death
Squeezing myself like sponge to give my best
but you were never contented
with the things I give.

Tell me, why do you do this?
Why can't you be happy for me?
Answer me,
Why can't you be happy for me, mom?