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.

There's a dark cloud over there,
When the sun rises it still remains,
When the rain drops it turns gray,
If there is a rainbow the dark cloud hides behind the sun,
If there is a thunderstorm the dark cloud stays for a while,
The dark cloud can not find its way back home.

I was standing there
waiting to be recognized,
waiting for an approval,
but she walked by me,
as if  i was just another inanimate object,
But when i realized that is was not "she" but it was everyone,
That's when i knew that my presence was only in my hands

I wish i can talk freely
my words not stuck in a box
ready to explode in tears
I feel people nowadays
not their pain
not their struggles
but the lack of voice
how can we not talk at this time
And let history repeat itself
how can we stay put?
although for me i have no choice
for as long as I stay here
my words will be stuck in a box
ready to explode....