No one will help you burn the sorrow from your eyes.
No one helped me polish up this bottle of wine.
The days are trivial,
but I feel fine.

Dad said a man doesn't love a woman who whines.

I never wanted a man to love me anyway.
God forbid if he is trivial,
I have enough in my day.
I guess I just don't care about anything you say.
I will always stay with my old ways.

They ask me to change,
But I will always be the same.
And we all play a greater game.
Crawling to the top for that royal blue cape.

Everyone wants to be the best.
I just want a perfect dress.
Someone else can clean this mess.
Someone else will give me the answers to this test.

Mom said not to cry because it is the end of a pretty girl.

So I keep my tears caged along with bad memories and  awful moments of my time spent in this word.
The sorrow burns into my eyes,
And my days are still trivial.