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!