And I want to be a better man to you mum.. .
But you just don't agree with the things I have done, while I don't agree with having
to be socially accepted I need to conform, but you don't understand.
I live for myself in a flurried world.
Where being myself is such a crime and I can't imagine myself alive, at the thought of cheating my own mind...
It breaks me apart!
Now I'm sitting here crying while i wish you'd accept me, and for some reason I feel it satisfactory.
As I know while I'm dying I'll die being me, but what really hurts is not Seeing you be you.