When I get asked who I want to be,
I look to my ma, because she knows the answer more than me,
All I want is too make her proud,
I study subjects in hope to make her proud not so I pass,
I crave her respect,
Too feel like I've done her proud,
But I can't, I get the grades, I get the awards but I don't get the respect,
All I do is for her,
So I suppose what I want to be the perfect child.