  Mind your life as your own single business and forget to reprehend me for my stupidity! I don't care for your support or your censure, so nevermind my illusion and my religion, 'cause I choose to have one and not the other.
Please be a doll and go find yourself a Ken, just leave me with my fears wich can lead me to a place of forgiveness and abandon.
Close to you I'm half a human, I can't cook, I can't sing, you even told me not to laugh. Well I'm sorry, I can not cook, I can not sing, I can even try not to smile, but my laughter is my deepest trace of humanity, it's what puts me in touch with my imperfections, my weird sounds, my breath-takes, my tears and your lack of sense of humour. Minding you as you really are, I stop to mind and start asking myself what the fuck was I thinking? 
