Life is great, life is fine,
Gold and shiny like a dime.
I have a roof over my head, a home,
My perfect little glass dome.
I have everything. Siblings, pets, clothes, friends, what more could you want from life?
Well, how about you remove that icy knife.

How about trying to know me, before telling me who I am?
Oh, right. You don't give a damn.

I agree, its important to have good grades, be tidy and nice,
But please, I don't care about your heart incased in ice.

Who are you, to tell me how I should think?
It seems that your only goal is to make me sink.
What have you done to my mother?
Oh screw it, why should I bother?

You are the same woman, dead and cold inside,
You were just hiding your true side.

You took care of me, gave me everything on a plate.
Maybe that's what started your hate.
You hate my clothes, my hobbies, my hair, my friends.
Please show me where this drama ends.

Maybe this is just my ramblings, what I see with my teen mind.
But the truth is so damn hard to find.

Stop trying to make me grow up!
That's not who I want to be!
I am not you! Try to see!
I don't wanna lose myself to money and bills,
But I won't run for the hills.

Please, try to understand.
I am not an adult, I want to make a stand.

My dear mother, I love you, you see.
But I'm not sure you love me.