Hello, hello,
Get off my back.
You've got me so pressured,
I might collapse.
What good would I be
if I couldn't breathe?
How would you live
vicariously
through me?
See?
You need me.
This is parental dependence reversed.
Yes, I've rehearsed.
I wanted it to be clear
when these words hit your ears.
Although you won't admit
you'll never quit
relying on the things I do,
all the different attitudes.
It breaks your heart
when I start
to sound like you,
to reason as you do.
I've never understood
how it's for my own good
to build a life in unhappiness,
to avoid every form