Your fashion has been lost in time
Your thoughts are now different from mine
Your jokes aren't anymore funny
I hate hearing it 'cause its corny.
Your choice and mine are different
We always have some arguments;
Please consider what I want
Its 2012, this' what teens hunt
I give you a frown face
Because I hate your ways
But, though conflicts do exist,
It is you I always seize.
I want you here by my side
Even our ideas don't collide.
I often may not like you
But Mom, I ALWAYS love you.
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