Let me tell you
A glimpse of my life
How it turns out
To be just that nice

I was the third child
My two brothers before me
A painfully shy
Girl I grew up to be

My mother had curly hair
My father had straight
And with those pair
My hair turns out great

I was fair
White as snow
Feeling bare
Like a pile of dough

I don't know what my first word was
As soon as I learn to mutter
Neither do I know
How I look like in the incubator

Growing up is not easy
Who's to say simple?
And I'm just sixteen
And throughout my life I fumble

When I was eleven
There were friends who taught me 'new' things
The things that I still remember
Had benefited me in my well-being

There were numerous cases
Where my attitude was shit
And some problems that I faces
I cannot seem to turn down the heat

Three years later
I woke up from my mistakes
I had make myself better
As a girl who co-operates

Nowadays,I used to think to myself daily
Since we are growing older each day
Why don't I be more warm and lively?
So that I can share my love and say
To everyone lovingly
And cherish them in every single way