Being chased by bad karma,
Not fully understanding of motherhood,
Always ending in such drama,
I should have killed you when I could,
An overdose should do it but I keep waking up,
So if death was not an option, then I'd just turn to food,
You stupid b####, can't you do anything right?
I should have killed you when I could,
Always my own thug, felt like the streets were mine,
And I was the queen of my hood,
No respect though, always paying the fine,
I should have killed you when I could,
I hate your ways, I hate you for so many things,
I know I must love you, buy you're just no good,
And I know I must embrace your strength, be proud and shit,
But I should have killed you when I could,
And I know you tried, so very hard,
No one was ever able to depend on your mood,
So now they label you, enable you,
Yeah, I should have killed you, when I could,
You thought you grew, that you were mature,
But you can't grow branches without a root,
You thought you had everything, all figured out,
I should have killed you when I could,
That brat in the mirror, screaming not to ever betray her,
She is sure being awfully rude,
Every day I pray for someone, to give life to her all over,
But I know I should have killed her, when I could,
Two brown eyes, full of tears are looking back at me,
And before the mirror , there I stood,
Staring into deep endless misery , knowing in my heart,
I should have killed her...when I could.
Mickey Heart
Aquarel: | Maandag, november 07, 2016 15:54 |
Herkenbaar, die zelfhaat. Ik wist ook dat het moest, maar het is heel moeilijk om zo een zelfbeeld om te zetten. Toch kan het echt. Sterkte, liefs, Aquarel |
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Avr: | Zondag, november 06, 2016 18:57 |
Laat het je een troost zijn! Geen mens is perfect. Wel uniek! Mooi verwoord! mvg Avr | |