All right, I’ve had enough,
this is the last drop in my cup.
I want my mom to understand me at once,
that I have my own duties too, not only her stuff.
I want her to realise,
if I’m doing my homework,
that I’m not paralized,
I can hear all the soundwork.
Also I want her to stop sorting my things,
you can’t imagine what kind of fury it brings.
And last of all I want you all to know,
that this is my life and this is how it goes.
