how i dream of when i was much younger
when everything is much simpler
a secret is just something whispered
happiness is simply a piece of most loved candy
hitting grandma doesnt imply not loving her
(not that i fancy hitting her very much)
in this life of mine
very well protected by my rents
and everyone else out there who loves me
very much, i'd proudly declare
i still never fail to fuck it up once or twice
sometimes i run too fast
other times i stood still watching people pass
most times i wonder why bother at all
and always, reminiscing my past
how i wish mom will always tell me what to do
even though i seriously hate her advices most of the times
this world of contridiction
right is never really right
and wrong may well be right too
happiness doesnt come easy
and sadness may come from happiness too
tears may not mean upset
and smiles arent always that pure
i may not always be vera
and vera probably isnt me at all