i kick the grass
i pull my hair
how i wish you were here
standing right there
waiting to dry my tears
to put your arms around me
to tell it will be ok
not to ask if i am
you will tell me what to do
you will guide me the right way
no matter how wrong you think you are
to be the boss of my way 
you dont realise
you always have the right thing to say
you push me to hard
pulling me away
from the things
that used to be involved in my way