Don't bother walking a mile in my shoes, try living a day inside my head instead
Keek, keek: 't schreuft
25-09-2014
I Couldn't breathe...
I couldn't breathe
I couldn't breathe when I watched my daddy go mad I couldn't breathe while trying to ease the pain my mother had
I was only a child, not ready to hold my mother every night while she was crying, mourning and losing the strenght to fight I was only a child, but wise beyond years Proud, Stubborn... Fighting back my own tears
I couldn't breathe when I went to school I couldn't breathe hearing my father laugh about my plans, but kept my cool
I was only a child, whose daddy said: "poor people like us can't go to university" he laughed while I was talking about my dreams, who I was going to be. I was only a child, wise beyond years Proud, Stubborn ... fighting back, once more, my tears
I couldn't breathe, knowing I was throwing it all away I couldn't breathe, making new plans, finding another way
I was only a child, saw my father paint all day, all night while mother was struggling to make everything allright I was only a child, wise beyond years, Proud, Stubborn... still fighting my own tears.
I couldn't breathe, making friends, older than me I couldn't breathe, didn't know how a teenager was supposed to be
I was only a child, but a rebel was born, I grew up fast started skipping school, did all kinds of stuff, knew it wouldn't last I was only a child, wise beyond years Proud, Stubborn... fighting those stupid tears
I couldn't breathe, when I first saw him,kissing some girl as I watched secretly I couldn't breathe, wishing that girl could have been me
I was only a child, but felt something shift, in spite of all the fun with the boys for one night, here I was, 15 and lonely, surrounded by friends but in need of only him, to stand by my side. I was only a child, wise beyond years Proud, Stubborn... fighting bitter tears
I couldn't breathe, when he made his move one night, with one simple phrase I couldn't breathe, knew it was love, meant to be, not just a phase.
I was only a child, my parents and brothers told me, this was not right but I already had enough of broken dreams and puberty, I had to struggle and fight I was only a child, wise beyond years Proud, stubborn... I choked back the tears
I couldn't breathe, that day in church, dressed in white, feeling so lucky but troubled inside I couldn't breathe, my parents weren't there, mother at home, father away with friends instead of giving away the bride.
I was still their child, I would always be, but it ripped me apart they weren't there, to witness my wedding,to see me making a start I was only a child, wise beyond years Proud, stubborn ... I didn't want them to see my tears
I couldn't breathe when my mother died, watched my father cry, my brothers and sister stumble, fall I couldn't breathe, but kept my cool, my distance, because at home, I had it all
I was still their child, married, settled but still: a child and in despair because my mother, was no longer there. I was only a child, wise beyond years Proud, Stubborn... not showing my tears
I couldn't breathe in that cold, dark room, when the nurse came in with the test tubes that contained our babies to be I couldn't breathe when they died inside my belly, our twins I would never get to see.
I was still his child, but he never tried to comfort me, showed that he cared never talked about what happened to me, the babies, the pain me and my love shared. I was no longer a child, that became clear Proud, Stubborn... I didn't shed one tear
I couldn't breathe the day our daughter was born, when they put her in my arms and I became a mother I couldn't breathe when after only 3 months I found out she was going to have a sister or brother
I was still his child but he never showed interest in me he loved his grandchildren, that's a fact, but I, the eldes daughter, never got his sympathy I was no longer a child, that was all to clear Proud, Stubborn... I couldn't cry a single tear
I couldn't breathe when I became ill, lived in constant fear about the future, didn't know what was wrong I couldn't breathe the day my father opened up, started showing interest in me, telling me I was, among other things, strong
I am still his child, he's my father, I've got his looks, his humour, the same interests ... I know we share a lot he loves me, can't say the three words I need to hear, so I keep silent, love him, forgive him but forget the past... I can not I am no longer a child but a woman, who's still, I fear too damned Proud, Stubborn... to show even the slightest hint of a tear.
