When I was a little girl, my mother held me close.
She told me I could be everything I wanted to be,
She told me I could be the whole world.
And by god, I believed her.
Cardiologist. A writer.
A chess player, A little brighter.
A thousand titles to define me,
I wanted to be a hell of a fighter.
And then reality body slammed into me,
With its venomous tongue and sardonic grin,
Said little girl, you think you\'re good enough,
But, truly of all your dreams, you\'re none.
And I want to have it all.
I want an aquarium and a lover.
I want to be CEO and a professor,
In this myriads of others.
My ambition can suffocate me,
My virtue no longer with me,
Tell me, what do you do,
When reality laughs at you.
I want to have it all, I do,
To be a pianist and a mother,
To love the whole world,
To be fond of one another.
Teach me to live in the grave of my dreams,
The pain of all I surrendered.
Teach me to survive this pain that ensued,
When I horribly blundered.
Can I truly have it all?
Can I live a thousand lives and still stand tall?
Can I be loved like a prayer?
Even when to my own dreams, I\'m a traitor?