I thought I can, that I can do it without depending on you. But why can't I do it so? why?
It isn't fair. It isn't fair.
Everytime I stand up on my own, my legs would go weak. I hate it. It makes me wobble like a wind do to a sapling. I hate it.

I thought I can, that I can do it without depending on you. But why can't I do it so? why?
It isn't fair. It isn't fair.
Everytime I stand up on my own, my legs would go weak. I hate it. It makes me wobble like a wind do to a sapling. I hate it.