My mother, she loves me

This is true

My mother, she loves me

I don't know what to do

She tells me the truths of the real world, so I can keep away

That's why she orders my bundles online, I have nowhere to go

So I stay

My mother who loves me

Is always gone for some time in the day

And when she returns, she mocks and belittles me

When I ask to go with her someday

She'll brush my hair and send me to bed

Whilst reminding her to never ask her these questions again

I envy anything past these concrete, these brick walls

They have a chance to grow, whilst the only chance I have is to fall

And sometimes, I think about closing my eyes and jumping

So that maybe I can be free

But what would my poor mother do without my hair? Without… me?

My mother, she loves me

I no longer know if this is genuinely true

One thing for certain is that I know she loves my hair

And the things it can do

Trapped in a home is where I stay

But I crave for adventure, a companion!

When will be the day?