You don't agree with my music.
You don't agree with my clothes.
You don't agree with my hair,
Though you never cared before.

You don't agree with my art.
You don't agree with my words.
You don't agree that I try,
Though I try really hard.

You always complicate things.
You tell me that I'm wrong.
You tell me I'm the enemy,
When I try to make you proud.

I've been published about ten times.
I've won ribbons at art fairs.
I've done it all for you dad,
And you keep proving life's not fair.

I've learned how to ignore you.
I've learned to do thing for myself.
I've learned to control my anger,
But all you do to me is dis.

I don't know if I'll ever make you proud, dad,
Thought I know I'll always try,
But just know that I'll always love you,
Even after I die.