dad, have you ever thought whats going on in my world?
everytime i do something i want, the first thing you know is just to blame me and my friends. and that i'm in the wrong. even if i stand in the right spot.
why do you have to say that my friends are bad company for me?
have i ever changed into a bad son to you? maybe i did in your eyes. since primary school to now, since 13 to going 20, do you know that you've never really encouraged me on anything at all?
all you've said to me is that i'd fail on my PSLE and that i'd go to technical course, my N lvl where i'll go to ite, to my Os where i'd cont failing to ite straight. and from poly, you'd seem to say that i've got no future at all.
yes i know i'm not really being a good son to you. i've never met your expectations. not even a single one. maybe i just cant fit into what you've had in mind for me. did you ever know how i felt when you looked down on me? you'd only tell me i'd fail in everything i do.
i passed my PSLE my N and O lvls. and now im in poly. i've proved you wrong didnt i? but why are you telling me now that i'm still gonna fail.
what if i did? what if i end up on the streets begging for money. you really wanna see me in that state that bad so that what you'd said will come true? i'm your god damned son you know, you've made me happy at times, but those dosent count up to the numbers you've made me feel like crying from your criticisements.
mom, why are you always controlling me? i'm getting older and older. but your grip on me is getting firmer and firmer. sometimes i do want a little freedom, and if i talked to you, i guess it all fell on deaf ears.
you've already humiliated me infront of your friends for so many times. well i dont mind about that, you want face. so you judge me from your views. and tell all your friends about me, all the things i've not done or said.
whenever i go out with my friends you'll always call me up and ask where i'm at. what time i'll be home. you do it everytime. all the time. honestly, i wished you'd stop doing that. can't i even have just a little freedom at all? whats the point in holdin on to me when all i want is you let me go.
why must both of you pick on me all the time. i know i've been failing in what i've done over and over. afterall that i've tried, did you ever considered the good things i've done at all? you know i'm scared to face life due to dad, and you two dont really know me at all. i'm just the punching bad of humiliations and failure.
thats what both of you view me isnt it?
i'm turning 20 this year, will both of you still grip me firmly even if i shld go out late? call me at 10pm and scold me and all?
i think you will..
and i'm always in the wrong. i'm never right.
i never was right in both of your eyes.
i'm sorry i can't be perfect.
i'm just your son..
claudia, this is where you come in.
with all these things going on, i turn to you for comfort and solace.
i've been turning to you all these times, you've always made things turn the right way for me.
i know i've been losing my temper easily these days. all i can say is that i'm sorry for venting my anger on you. i never shld have done that.
that mms i sent you, i meant every word i said in it.
i hope you understand.
remember the time after we had dinner at arab street? while walkin down to get a cab?
remember that feeling? lets have them back alright..
have confidence in me, this way i know with you, i can make things go right.
Another ditch in the road
You keep moving
Another stop sign
You keep moving on
And the years go by so fast
Wonder how I ever made it through
Savage Garden - Two Beds & A Coffee Machine
dad, have you ever thought whats going on in my world?
everytime i do something i want, the first thing you know is just to blame me and my friends. and that i'm in the wrong. even if i stand in the right spot.
why do you have to say that my friends are bad company for me?
have i ever changed into a bad son to you? maybe i did in your eyes. since primary school to now, since 13 to going 20, do you know that you've never really encouraged me on anything at all?
all you've said to me is that i'd fail on my PSLE and that i'd go to technical course, my N lvl where i'll go to ite, to my Os where i'd cont failing to ite straight. and from poly, you'd seem to say that i've got no future at all.
yes i know i'm not really being a good son to you. i've never met your expectations. not even a single one. maybe i just cant fit into what you've had in mind for me. did you ever know how i felt when you looked down on me? you'd only tell me i'd fail in everything i do.
i passed my PSLE my N and O lvls. and now im in poly. i've proved you wrong didnt i? but why are you telling me now that i'm still gonna fail.
what if i did? what if i end up on the streets begging for money. you really wanna see me in that state that bad so that what you'd said will come true? i'm your god damned son you know, you've made me happy at times, but those dosent count up to the numbers you've made me feel like crying from your criticisements.
mom, why are you always controlling me? i'm getting older and older. but your grip on me is getting firmer and firmer. sometimes i do want a little freedom, and if i talked to you, i guess it all fell on deaf ears.
you've already humiliated me infront of your friends for so many times. well i dont mind about that, you want face. so you judge me from your views. and tell all your friends about me, all the things i've not done or said.
whenever i go out with my friends you'll always call me up and ask where i'm at. what time i'll be home. you do it everytime. all the time. honestly, i wished you'd stop doing that. can't i even have just a little freedom at all? whats the point in holdin on to me when all i want is you let me go.
why must both of you pick on me all the time. i know i've been failing in what i've done over and over. afterall that i've tried, did you ever considered the good things i've done at all? you know i'm scared to face life due to dad, and you two dont really know me at all. i'm just the punching bad of humiliations and failure.
thats what both of you view me isnt it?
i'm turning 20 this year, will both of you still grip me firmly even if i shld go out late? call me at 10pm and scold me and all?
i think you will..
and i'm always in the wrong. i'm never right.
i never was right in both of your eyes.
i'm sorry i can't be perfect.
i'm just your son..
claudia, this is where you come in.
with all these things going on, i turn to you for comfort and solace.
i've been turning to you all these times, you've always made things turn the right way for me.
i know i've been losing my temper easily these days. all i can say is that i'm sorry for venting my anger on you. i never shld have done that.
that mms i sent you, i meant every word i said in it.
i hope you understand.
remember the time after we had dinner at arab street? while walkin down to get a cab?
remember that feeling? lets have them back alright..
have confidence in me, this way i know with you, i can make things go right.