SOMETIMES

Daddy said that I'm a good boy
Caus I always did his will
But I can't remember, was it me - how did I feel
I call'em family, but in the heart of hearts I know
There's something wrong with me, what can I do?
Mother said that I'm a good girl
I was always dressed to kill
But I can't remember, was it me - how did I feel
Now this is long ago
But Today I'm really sure
I don't wanna crawl no more
No I don't want to
I want to be all alone
(to be all alone)
(leave me all alone)
(I'm so lonely)
Sometimes I don't know what I prefer to be
That's all that I can see
So I burnt down the house of hate
The key to close the door
What a nice September
I found out it's not too late
It happened yesterday
But today I'm really sure
I don't wanna crawl no more
No I don't want to

by And One

NADA BIEN

Qué pena estar así !!
Qué pena que tu madre no confíe en tus palabras.
Qué pena enfadar-se
Qué pena no entender-se.

Una empieza a estar harta de ciertas actitudes. A mi no me compensan los buenos modos y las caricias que pueden venir después, si por una tontería he de tener semejante disgusto. No me sienta nada bien que me chillen y desconfien de mis palabras y mis actos. No me gusta que me prejuzguen sin contrastar la información. Esto no es la primera vez que ocurre. Yo deberia ser lo suficientemente madura para estar por encima y objetivar, pero duele. Ahora bien, con su edad, ya deberia ser bastante consciente de lo que se dice y con quien se habla.