Hey dad look at me
Think back and talk to me
Did I grow up according to plan?
Do you think I'm wasting my time
Doing things I wanna do?
'Cuz it hurts when you disapprove all along

And now I try hard to make it
I just want to make you proud
I'm never gonna be good enough for you
I can't pretend that I'm all right
And you can't change me

Cuz we lost it all
Nothing lasts forever
I'm sorry I can't be perfect
Now it's just too late
And we can't go back
I'm sorry I can't be perfect

I try not to think
About the pain I feel inside
Did you know you used to be my hero?
All the days you spent with me
Now seem so far away
And it feels like you don't care anymore

And now I try hard to make it
I just want to make you proud
I'm never gonna be good enough for you
I can't stand another fight
And nothing's alright

Nothing's gonna change the things that you said
Nothing's gonna make this right again
Please don't turn your back
I can't believe it's hard just to talk to you
Cuz you don't understand

~Simple Plan

Too much of that is what I feel right now.

There once was an ugly little worm girl. She wriggled along the earth staring dumbly around her, watching the world pass by and finding herself never making any real progress. All her little life she had heard of the caterpillars who made cocoons to sleep a magic sleep that made them beautiful new creatures when they emerged. So the little worm girl decided to find a cocoon, and try her hand at being beautiful. Not knowing much of what truly made a cocoon, she crawled into an abandoned soda can, curled up in a ball, and waited for the magic to happen. She slept in her cold aluminum den for days, then weeks, then a month. By this time she felt she truly must be a beautiful butterfly, so she timidly approached the light of day which shone in through the can's opening. Out onto the ground she slid, and tried to fly. Every tiny muscle in her tiny worm back ached, straining, pushing, attempting to lift her body. But the little worm girl had sprouted no wings. She pulled herself defeatedly to a puddle and stared at her reflection, wondering what had failed. She had wanted so badly to be beautiful, but she was still the same pale, wriggling creature she had always been.

Hmmm. That was out of nowhere. Poor little worm girl. I feel her pain.

the night is nearly over † the day is almost here