Why can't you just let it go, let me go now.
I'm no longer that small naive child you had.
No longer the toddler who'd cry to get her way,
Or hide behind you when we met someone new.
Why can't you see that I no longer need you,
To fight my battles for me and to protect me.
I'm a young lady, who's strong and opinionated.
Why won't you happily just let me free for once.
Never known what's it's like to spread my wings,
The ones that are now tattered torn and crumbling.
So old and ancient, that I'll never be free to fly,
Never the one to be let out of your eye sight.
It's OK to smoother me, I rather enjoy the torture.
I take it with smiles, cos that's what I was taught.
Everything is OK you know, has to be--yes my lady?
No fear, take my wings--break them. It's life. I'm OK.
