Mother told me she wants to go to Canada
A wish as futile as the dreams I've had before
"But mother," I said, "there's no music on the other side."
"Not what do you want, but what do you need. I'll get it for you even if it hurts me."
I don't know why; I'm not like this; I'm not like this; I'm not like this
But father; he said, "you're not going anywhere."
"On my own name, I will stop you even if it hurts me so."
Then what are dreams for if they won't ever come true
To be betrayed by your feelings is the purest form of you