Oh my dear mother,
You make me cry.
Oh my dear father,
You don't have to try.
My failures speak more,
Than my words ever could.
Self confidence on the floor,
I'd pick it up if I could.
I know what and who I am,
And it's not what you want me to be.
You want me to know everything, like bam!
I'm not perfect, can't you see?
Music makes me happy,
You make me sad.
This really isn't sappy,
It's really quite bad.
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Credit to a friend for the title
Sweet Dreams
