This Isn't About You

So Close Yet So Far Away

I always remember how I fear going to school when I was four,

how my cries surpass the loudness of a lion's roar,

I said to myself that I will never love school, I swore,

and always love sleeping at home, yeah, that was before.

I admired myself for being independent, 

taught myself how to solve equations and what rendezvous meant, 

suppress my emotions cause you had it worse, that was right, I suppose, 

"you shouldn't have kids when you're not ready", that's true and it shows. 

I was jealous how a mother braids her daughter's hair, 

since I learned how to do mine by looking at a hanging mirror, standing on a chair,

how a father answers his son's homework even I know that the answer's not right, 

since I learned how to do mine even if one question will take me all night. 

I should be fearing school, now going home is the one I hate, 

cause I have to fight for my own opinion like a contestant in a debate, 

how my head hit the wall just because I went home late, 

even if I was just busy in school and that was what? Eight.

I find it funny that all I want is a simple embrace, 

but that would be impossible if they've labeled you as disgrace, 

family that's living together is a happy one, that's what they say, 

but it's sad that being happy is only for physical display, 

cause even if we're so close, our heart is so far away.