Hello to my Mom,
And hello to my Dad,
And hello to your angry eyes.
Mom's not the only one that's mad,
Nor only Dad that cries.
I didn't grow up to your plan,
And it's the last thing on my mind,
It's too hard to be your little girl,
When you're so harsh and so unkind.
There's so many times when I've needed you here,
And even more when you wouldn't stay,
I remember you were once my heroes,
But, now, that seems so far away.
I'm sorry that I'm not perfect,
And that you can't love me for me,
But I'm not going to change for you,
Just love me: I'm the best I can be.