18 de junio de 2012

Don't Damn Me


Don't damn me when I speak a piece of my mind
'Cause silence isn't golden when I'm holding it inside.
'Cause I've been where I have been and I've seen what I have seen.
I put the pen to the paper 'cause it's all a part of me.

Be it a song or a casual conversation to hold 
my tongue speaks of quiet reservations.
Your words once heard they can place you in a faction.
My words may disturb but at least there's a reaction.

Sometimes I wanna kill, sometimes I wanna die.
Sometimes I wanna destroy, sometimes I wanna cry.
Sometimes I could get even, sometimes I could give up.
Sometimes I could give, sometimes I never give a fuck.

It's only for a while, I hope you understand.
I never wanted this to happen, didn't want to be a man.
So I hid inside my world, I took what I could find.
I cried when I was lonely, I fell down when I was blind.

But don't damn me when I speak a piece of my mind.
'Cause silence isn't golden when I'm holding it inside.
'Cause I've been where I have been and I've seen what I have seen.
I put the pen to the paper 'cause it's all a part of me.

How can I ever satisfy you and how can I ever make you see that,
deep inside we're all somebody and it don't matter who you want to be?
But now I gotta smile, I hope you comprehend.
For this man can say it happened 'cause this child has been condemned.
So I stepped into the world, I kicked you in the mind
and I'm the only witness to the nature of my crime.

But look at what we've done to the innocent and young.
Whoa, listen to who's talking 'cause we're not the only ones.
The trash collected by the eyes and dumped into the brain.
Said it tears into our conscious thoughts, you tell me who's to blame.

I know you don't want to hear me crying and I know you don't want to hear me deny
that your satisfaction lies in your illusions, but your delusions are yours and not mine.
We take for granted that we know the whole story, we judge a book by it's cover
and read what we want between selected lines.

Don't hail me and don't idolize the ink
or I've failed in my intentions, can you find the missing link?
Your only validation is in living your own life, vicarious existence is a fucking waste of time.
So I send this song to the offended, I said what I meant and I've never pretended
as so many others do intending just to please.
If I damned your point of view, could you turn the other cheek?

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