growing up

I've grown up. In my family. That was an happy family. Or, out of illusion, has always been a good family. 

And while growing, like many others, I've developed this habit I have. And I could not understand what was it. And the people around me could or did not want to understand too.

family, sweet family

My mother, my mother, she hold me, 
she hold me when I was out there.

My father, my father, he liked me, 

oh, he liked me, does anyone care?

Understand, what I've become it wasn't my design, 
and people everywhere think something better that I am.

I miss you, I miss 'cause I liked it, 'cause I liked it 
when I was out there. 
D'you know this, d'you know you did not find me? 
You did not find, does anyone care?