Why can't you simply show your appreciation of my work?
Why can't you just let go of your ego and your endless preach?
Why can't you embrace me the way I am?
Why can't you love me and accept the truth that I resemble your caprice?
Why can't you see the real reason why all of us want to be away from you?
Why can't you look into yourself and ask yourself why we all appear to be "inconsiderate" and "insensitive"?
All my life, I've been turning my head over my shoulder to your reaction, to your response and to your expectation.
And I am tired, exhausted, and I want to quit, quit you, quit the world.
Why can't you see, hear, or feel my anger, resulted from your discontent?
Why do I still give a s*** about how you feel?
What kind of an example are you?
Why do I care about this ideology crap that condition all of world to celebrate for you?
Why don't you ask yourself, deep down and be honest with yourself, the real reason we are not intimate?
Why are you blind to my hard work and my ingenuity?
Why do you do this to me all the time?
You are the least one in the world that I want to turn into when I am your age.