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Saturday, November 13, 2010

2#Burnt biscuit

Pink - Family Portrait

Mama please stop cryin'
I can't stand the sound
Your pain is painful
And it's tearin' me down

I hear glasses breakin'
As I sit up in my bed
I told Dad you didn't mean
Those nasty things you said

You fight about money
'Bout me and my brother
And this I come home to
This is my shelter

It ain't easy, growin' up in World War III
Never knowin' what love could be
You'll see, I don't want love to destroy me
Like it has done my family

Can we work it out?
(Can we?)
Can we be a family?
(Can we?)
I promise I'll be better
(I promise)
Mommy, I'll do anything
(I'll do anything)

Can we work it out?
Can we be a family?
I promise I'll be better
Daddy, please don't leave

Daddy please stop yelling
(Stop)
I can't stand the sound
(Can't stand the sound)
Make Mama stop cryin'
'Cause I need you around

My mama, she loves you
(I know it)
No matter what she says is true
I know that she hurts you
But remember I love you too

I ran away today
Ran from the noise, ran away
(Ran away)
Don't wanna go back to that place
But don't have no choice, no way

It ain't easy growin' up in World War III
Never knowin' what love could be
That I've seen, I don't want love to destroy me
(I don't want love to destroy me)
Like it did my family

Can we work it out?
(Can we work it?)
Can we be a family?
I promise I'll be better
(I promise I'll do anything)
Mommy, I'll do anything
(To keep you better)

Can we work it out?
Can we be a family?
I promise I'll be better
(I promise, I promise)
Daddy, please don't leave
(Stay)

In our family portrait
(In our family portrait)
We look pretty happy
(We look pretty happy)
Let's play pretend
(Let's play pretend)
Let's act like it comes naturally
(That's right)
(That's right)

I don't wanna have to split the holidays
(No, no)
I don't want two addresses
(No)
I don't want a stepbrother anyways
And I don't want my Mommy
Have to change her last name!

In our family portrait
We look pretty happy
We look pretty normal
Let's go back to that

In our family portrait
We look pretty happy
Let's play pretend
Act like it goes naturally

In our family portrait
(Can we work it out?)
We look pretty happy
(Can we be a family?)
We look pretty normal
(I promise I'll be better)
Let's go back to that
(Mommy I'll do anything)

In our family portrait
(Can we work it out?)
We look pretty happy
(Can we be a family?)
Let's play pretend
(I promise I'll be better)
Act like it goes naturally
(Daddy please don't leave)
Oh let's go back oh lets go back to that

In our family portrait
(Can we work it out?)
We look pretty happy
(Can we be a family?)
We look pretty normal
(I promise I'll be better)
Lets go back to that
(Mommy I'll do anything)

In our family portrait
(Can we work it out?)
We look pretty happy
(Can we be a family?)
We look pretty normal
(I promise I'll be better)
Let's go back to that
(Mommy I'll do anything)

Daddy don't leave
(Don't leave)
Daddy don't leave
(Don't leave)
Daddy don't leave
Daddy don't leave
Daddy turn around please

Remember that the night you left
You took my shining star
Daddy don't leave
Daddy don't leave
Daddy don't leave
Don't leave us here alone

Mama'll be nicer
I'll be so much better
I'll tell my brother
I won't spill the milk at dinner

I'll be so much better
I'll do everything right
I'll be your little girl forever
I'll go to sleep at night

Ohh ho ohh ho
Ohh ho ohh ho



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"Burnt biscuit, that is who I am. Burnt inside and out.."

1#Burnt biscuit

While browsing through my friend's pictures with her family, out of sudden I felt empty inside.
I felt sick with the thought of hoping that their happiness wouldn't last long. Sometimes I even hope that 1 day I could wake up and switch souls with other person or pretend that I'm someone else instead of being miserable me. 

Pa, ma, hmm..

Imy guys loads, I mean, I missed the old pa&ma. Not the ever busy-tight face-not caring pa&ma.

I felt empty, no, scratch that. I felt incomplete. I felt lost. Can you ever imagine. I'm not a diary person before this but why on earth out of sudden I opted to pour my heart out in this new baby blog? Dontcu think its weird pa&ma? Dontcu think so? *sigh

When ever you came home from work ma, I was hoping that you would ask me; how's your day? Have you taken your lunch? How's study? Do you have a bf? What will you do on weekends? Those kinda simple questions would surely enlighten my day ma. But no, you chose to glue your mouth tight when ever you are with me. You chose to text your friends instead of making jokes with me. You chose to push me aside when ever I hugged you. I giggled when you did so just to cover up the tears which in any minute would stroll down my cheeks when you pushed me away. Usually, I would suck my breath in. And ran over to my room. And pour my heart out over my puffy pillow. Poor fella, drenched in tears. 

And as for you pa, I don't know whats wrong with us. But so far, I've noticed that, we can't sit in a room. Or even stand in a row because all we are good at is dishing each other and making one another frantic with anger. Why pa why? *sigh. 


I just want a normal happy family. Dinner together at nights. Ease before sleep. No sane person would ever like to be in a middle of shouting and sheds, nawh? Same goes to me. Hmm. It's ok. I ll pray harder next time.  Yes, I will wake up fresh tomorrow morning seeing ma making breakfast with a smile on her face while pa reading his daily papers at the table looking all glee and me and the brothers rushing towards the table. Yeahh, will do that. Will pray harder next time. 

Inhale positiveness, exhale negativeness.


"Burnt biscuit, that is who I am. Burnt inside and out.."







Newbuzz in town.

Hi there!

I ll make it short, simple but sweet.

I'm new here.
I ll treat this baby blog as a walking diary of mine.
Definitely it will be a place of screams & sheds. 
Happy moments will be included as well (don't you worry bout that hee)
You'll hear lots from me starting from today onwards

So, be nice to me or else, I ll scream! =P

"Life is like an onion: You peel it off one layer at a time, and sometimes you weep"