Sommige mensen vragen zich af hoe ik me voel en hoe ik ben, maar ik vraag jullie vriendelijk om geen onechte conclusies te trekken uit wat ik schrijf. Soms klinkt het allemaal wat depri, maar weet dan dat ik dit gebruik om mijn 'tijdelijke' gevoelens te uiten. Dit is een voorbeeld hiervan:
Once upon a time there was a girl In her early years she had to learn How to grow up living in a war that she called home never know just where to turn for shelter from the storm It hurt me to see the pain cross my face Everytime my mother's fist would put her in her place Hearing all the yelling I would cry up in my room Hoping it would be over soon
chorus: Bruises fade mother but the pain remains the same And I still remember how you kept me so afraid Strength is my father for all the love he gave And every morning that I wake I look back at yesterday And I'm OK
I often wonder why I carry all this guilt When it's you that helped me put up all these walls I've built Shadows stir at night through a crack in the door Echoes of a broken child screaming please no more Mother won't you understand the damage you have done For you it's just a memory, but for me it still lives on
Bruises fade mother but the pain remains the same And I still remember how you kept me so afraid Strength is my father for all the love he gave And every morning that I wake I look back at yesterday
It's not so easy to forget All the marks you left along my neck When I was thrown against cold stairs And every day afraid to come home in fear of what I might see, next
Bruises fade mother but the pain remains the same And I still remember how you kept me so afraid The strenghth is my father for all the love you gave Every morning that I wake I look back to yesterday And I'm Ok
Naar: Christina Aguilera (Ja Padre, het is de dees die we in concert zagen...=))
Lieve groeten van mij!
P.S: Ik studeer geen filosofie, maar het interesseert me wel énorm!
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