My emotional state is unstable,
My loved ones often make me mad.
Then I "cool down" and blame myself for my transgressions.
Mom, sis, I'm sorry; you know I'm not bad!
Sixteen at heart, though this is a bullshit,
'Cause soon I will be twenty-seven years old.
Don't feel solid ground under my feet.
I can't find my place in this world!
Lost in a reverie,
Now fly like a butterfly.
My inner-beast is hopeless romantic.
Full freedom is a dream.
They want us to not even try.
Why can't it all be less dramatic?
'Cause it's a cruel, cru-u-uel world.
Sometimes I think I'm too-o old.
And if my time comes unexpectedly,
Promise me
To lead our family tree.