Stick like bones hidden by skin,
Stretched out and translucent with a dull glow,
Constantly hiding what's within,
Not telling me you love me but still letting me know.
Always wanting better for me,
Even though i'll never ever understand,
Just wanting to make me see,
That my life ahead shouldn't be too bland.

You're telling me the wrong things,
But some day ahead they'll be right,
Letting me away with stupid flings,
Opening the curtain for that chink of light.
I went away for a year then came back,
Everything had changed but you were the same,
Home again now and the world seemed black,
Then when i let it all out it seemed you took the blame.

I'm sorry for yelling and shouting,
I apologise for the wrong things I said,
I was angry and always pouting,
I wish I'd just been nice and happy instead.
We got off on the wrong foot from the day i was born,
And if we could just start over we'd be ok,
Always fighting over something until it's been torn,
If we could forget it all for just one day ...

It's just a dream for the future, mum,
You always said I should have one of those.
I may look it, but I swear I'm not dumb,
Just please look at my work, listen to my prose.
I love you - yes I said it,
Now believe it - it's true.
I owe my life - the whole of it,
I'm trying my hardest - for you.
If you'll just accept me for who I want to be,
Don't guide me so much and let it go,
Then you'll see someone new, who I call me,
And we'll both see a friend, not a foe.