Each and every passing day,
We're forced to meet expectations
And when we can't meet them,
We become disappointments.
It's hard to live our lives,
According to our rules...
Without being judged,
By the things we fail to do.
Must we be perfect?
Are we not allowed to have flaws?
Must I live your dream?
Because you failed to?...
Why must we be forced
To believe we're disappointments?
And be punished
For merely being human.
I'm here to live my life.
I want to live my dream.
I accept I make mistakes.
I'm sorry for them.
But I won't be forced to live another's life.
And I won't be forced to live another's dream.
Mistakes don't make us disappointments.
They make us human.
And humans are not perfect...
