Sometimes I sit and wonder
how come I was born?
How come I was given this thing called life
All I do is disapoint you
or at least that's what you say.

Mom
Dad
Please stop this now!
That's enough!
It's my life
I know you hate the way I live
But this is the only way
Im happy and feel appreciated

My life it nothing like the life of my brother!
I have friends
I like to party and I like to live by the day
You can't mold me
I'm not clay!

Please mom and dad
let me live my life!
For once!
It's time to let go of me.
I'm still your son.
is that not enough?