i could never be the daughter you want

no matter what i did it is always wrong

no matter who my friends are, you always think they are bad

no matter how i do things to make you happy you never see it in your eyes

no matter how i feel, you dont care

i tried to make myself to apreciate that you are my mother,
but did yoou treat me as your daughter

the outside world is tough, but communicating with you is tougher