"...you were always weird but i never had to hold you by the edges like I do now.."
who I am.. my identity.. my name and my background.. my parents. my school teachers.
this is who I am. this promise. an educated girl like me. is got a life promised. a good life awaiting. a dog and a back garden to look after when I retired.
anything you want is there for you to take... your dreams... what do you want to do when you grow up?
happy people know this. they are prisoners of their intricate constructions. they know they cant stop being certain that this is what they want or it all will collapse before their eyes...
I have work so hard for you baby, so you can have it all... all you ever wanted, the dog and the back garden...
this is who I am ... a reminder of your broken promises ...
they don't like to be reminded this is not what they ever wanted.
and I refuse the spectacle, I wont reproduce to eternity... may be, may be next time I will be a better person, may be next time I'll be happy
not humans left... only broken promises