Day by day,
the more i feel to follow my family.
i don't know why.
it's not that i don't love my friends here or even debate.
it's not that i don't think about my future.
it's not that i'm having conflict with other people,
but i'm having conflict with myself.
could i stand on my legs without the help of my mom and dad?
who'll be the shoulders that i can cry on?
who will be the ears that will listen to all my problems?
who will love me as much as they do?
they're just my family.
look at my eyes and you can see the pain.