© Miss Perfect
Did you ever know, mother,
I want a lot of things different?
That I want our relation different?

And I always wish you talk than yell?
Did you ever know, mother?
When you're having a bad day,
I wish you hug me than shut me out?

When, do you want to know,
That I need more from you?
The boys say they like me,
So I want to know all about boys,
But you don't want me to talk about boys.

You say, you forbid me, but not the boys.
They keep coming, so I try to be nice.
And you say I'm growing wrong,
But I'm growing right, here with you.

So did you ever know, mother,
That you confuse, and scare me more,
Than you teach and guide me lately?
They call me a teenager now, and-
I want to know what it means to be one,
But you turn on me like I'm into a crime.

So did you ever know mother,
That I look up to you alone?
And when, do you want to know,
That I hang in there for you,
For you to get to know that,
I want a lot of things different?!