I often feel this way, like I'm not aloud to live my life the way I want or make the decisions I want to.
You think I can't hear what you're saying,
Or that I don't understand it,
But in fact I can hear you,
And I can understand what you're saying,
But now why you say those things,
I try my best, I really do,
And everytime I show you what I've done,
You throw t back in my face,
And tell me I'm such a waste,
A waste of life,
And that I need to change,
If you would tell me how,
Then maybe I could,
I tried so hard to ask,
When I got my courage to though,
You did the same,
You told me I didn't understand,
And it was ally my fault,
How could it have been?
When I wasn't even there,
But out surviving the outside world,
Because I left you and everything behind?
I can't take it anymore,
You're showing your rgrets through me,
And I'm a living example,
Of why you never got there,
Because you never listen,
All you do is see,
See what you want,
And you're living all this through me...