viernes, 30 de abril de 2010

Bad memories

I had no happy childhood
I never made a camp in the wood
I never felt to be surrounded by love
Ultimatums and prohibitions were my educators

*My father was convinced the better way
To bring a little girl up was with hard hand
My mother looked away when a blow shaved me
And crying and shouting she whisper him to end
They made me believe I deserved that treat*

But when finally I have grown up
They couldn´t prevent my departure
And I went away far from those bad memories

*Chorus

Now I live since six months with a boy
And he was the only one which made me feel loved
Then after those months he just broke up
And I fell into an anguish hole again
But now I see it in a different way
Cause right now I´m free… completely free
And I got all the chances open

*Chorus (x2)

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