Save me from myself, dear God...
And from my wretched past...
I’ve paid the ultimate penance...
In this inferno of hell ever last...
I’ve learned the important lessons...
From all my evil ways...
Give my soul some peace, dear God...
In these long and final days...
......
I’m nothing like how you wanted me to be now
I have changed how you want me to be
I’m a lot different now
Then I ever was so many years ago
And I’m here because you wanted me to be, but the way you raised me fucked me a little to much
I’m supposed to be a perfect child
I have to have good grades
I can’t like the same gender
I can’t refer to myself as a man,
......
It doesn't start with shouting
but with glances that linger too long,
questions that carry no curiosity
only judgement, wrapped in politeness.
You walk through streets
as if history is written on your forehead,
as if every step awakens echoes
of names meant to be forgotten
but never were.
......
Es beginnt nicht mit Schreien,
sondern mit Blicken,
die zu lange haften bleiben,
mit Fragen,
die keine Neugier tragen
sondern Urteil-höflich verpackt.
Du gehst durch Straßen,
als trügst du Geschichte auf der Stirn.
Jeder Schritt ruft Echos hervor von Namen,
......
Het begint niet met schreeuwen
maar met blikken die te lang blijven hangen
vragen die geen nieuwsgierigheid dragen
maar oordeel,verpakt in beleefdheid.
Je loopt door straten
alsof je geschiedenis op je voorhoofd draagt,
alsof elke voetstap echo's wekt
van namen die vergeten moesten worden
maar nooit werden vergeten.
......
Het begint niet met schreeuwen
maar met blikken die te lang blijven hangen
vragen die geen nieuwsgierigheid dragen
maar oordeel,verpakt in beleefdheid.
Je loopt door straten
alsof je geschiedenis op je voorhoofd draagt,
alsof elke voetstap echo's wekt
van namen die vergeten moesten worden
maar nooit werden vergeten.
......
It doesn't start with shouting
but with glances that linger too long,
questions that carry no curiosity
only judgement, wrapped in politeness.
You walk through streets
as if history is written on your forehead,
as if every step awakens echoes
of names meant to be forgotten
but never were.
......
Es beginnt nicht mit Schreien,
sondern mit Blicken,
die zu lange haften bleiben,
mit Fragen,
die keine Neugier tragen
sondern Urteil-höflich verpackt.
Du gehst durch Straßen,
als trügst du Geschichte auf der Stirn.
Jeder Schritt ruft Echos hervor von Namen,
......
I feel like a dog on a leash, nailed to the ground in your yard.
How is it my happiness dictates your profane and wicked ways?
Your hearts are like water, shifting like your states of minds.
One moment you're warm and fluid, and the next you're cold and stone.
Although we don’t see eye to eye, there is such a thing as compromise.
Your authority almost killed me the first time around.
How are you so blind-sighted to all the times you've let me down?
So, the next time you ask me why I don't want to stay,
Maybe you'll look back and finally acknowledge your mistakes before it's too late.
......
Dead is my hope,
Hatred alone is shown,
Said are hating words,
Blood may get extracted,
Ahead lie grave dangers,
Head I only with deep fear,
Bed gives me no sleep,
Bread is my life to devils,
Read by none is my heart,
Led by worries, I march,
......