onsdag, mars 14

please don't break this girl again

Det finns en speciell låt med en speciell text. Varje gång jag har känt att det har börjat bosätta sig en fjäril eller två i min mage eller kanske en hel myrstack eller en halv djurpark så tänker jag på den låten. För den är precis så jag tänker.

Oh I've never listened to
preachers or reverends
Or the likes of it
And I haven't said prayers much
And I've dont been to church
Not since I was a kid
I have never believed, no

But now I've started to worry,
Im all shaky and shivery
I am so insecure
'Cause this time it's mad love
It's a crazy and true love
And I need to be sure
Maybe I could believe, yeah
Maybe I could believe, yeah

If I could please God,
Now that I found Him
Can I keep Him?
I'll be your sweetest child,
I'll quit all the lying
And decieving
You know I wouldn't survive
The loss or the pain
So please don't break
This girl again

Och det är alltid lika hjärtskärande att lyssna på den och man tänker så högt att det skriker att "please god, can I keep him?". Och ifall man har mer tur än mig så kanske man får behålla Honom. Men för mig har det tyvärr varit tvärt om och alla fjärilar har blivit till termiter som bara biter sönder allt och det kliar inombords och så tänker man "aldrig igen". Hoppas.

There is a special song with special lyrics. Each time I've felt that a bunch of butterflies, maybe an anthill or a whole zoo in my stomach, I think about this song. Because this is how I feel.

And each time it's equally heartbreaking to listen to it and you think so loud that you almost scream that "please god, can I keep him?". And if you're more lucky than me then maybe you get to keep Him. But for me it has unfortunately been the oposite way and all the butterflies turned into termites that just bite everything to pieces and itch inside and then you think "never again". I hope.

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