Tuesday, January 18, 2011

Cocktails of Hate

I wonder why the disease only comes out after dark. Why I'm the only one to once again see the screws come out. No wonder Intervention is your favorite show. It's the story of your life, but nothing done or said in these four walls will ever be recorded. So once again it's my word against yours and I've never been included in the inner circle.
But, here's the thing if you think this childish behavior will win you another round in the ring you are mistaken. I use to laugh when you fell down and were mumbling, but it's no longer funny. Your words and actions no longer hurt. If anything they are my motivation to keep following my heart and building my own road home.

"You, with your words like knives
And swords and weapons that you use against me,
You, have knocked me off my feet again,
Got me feeling like I’m nothing.
You, with your voice like nails on a chalkboard
Calling me out when I’m wounded.
You, pickin’ on the weaker man.

Well you can take me down,
With just one single blow.
But you don’t know, what you don’t know,

Someday, I’ll be living in a big old city,
And all you’re ever gonna be is mean.

Someday, I’ll be big enough so you can’t hit me,
And all you’re ever gonna be is mean.
Why you gotta be so mean?

And I can see you years from now in a bar,
Talking over a football game,
With that same big loud opinion but,
Nobody’s listening,
Washed up and ranting about the same old bitter things,
Drunk and grumbling on about how I can’t sing.

But all you are is mean,
All you are is mean.
And a liar, and pathetic, and alone in life,
And mean, and mean, and mean, and mean"
- Taylor Swift

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