I was busy chasing my mother's lost dreams
That I forgot I had dreams of my own
The voice in my head screams
Each night when I'm left alone
"Don't let her do this!"
My inner child yells at me
"Well, it is what it is,"
I reply as I cry until my vision gets blurry
She never asked me what I wanted to be
A psychologist, a fashion designer, a model, a psychiatrist
I wanted her to see
I wanted to insist
That my path is different from hers
And that she should be guiding, not leading me away
But I'll listen first
And then I'll stay
While she tells me how her dreams were snatched
How she started from scratch
How she begged for support
But didn't get any
Because they were too many
As the eldest daughter,
She gave up on her dreams
To support a family of hunger
And that's why she screams
When I tell her, "No, I don't want that,"
And then I understand her
She tossed those dreams away because of me
I finally understood my mother
She sacrificed it all for everyone to be happy
Tears escape my eyes
History repeats itself
I'll be saying sad goodbyes
And I'll be hugging myself
It's not too late, let's be a team
Don't worry mom, I'll be working on those dreams
