Pain is real,
Yet it's in my imagination.
Does this mean,
That I don't know what to feel?
Look at my face,
Can you tell what I am thinkin?
Cause I don't know,
What's going on inside me.
Please!
Tell me what's going on!
Please!
Tell me!
Oooooohhhhh.
Tell me
Walking down the halls,
Why is everybody staring,
I doubt it's cause,
I'm so freaking amazing
I wonder how,
Humans got to be such haters,
I've grown a fear,
Of coming home in tears
Please!
Tell me what's going on!
Please!
Tell me!
Oooooohhhhh.
Tell me
Things have happened to me,
And I'm not saying this untruthfully,
I have notches in my heart,
Marking my pain
Is it everybody,
Though I can't wish it on anybody,
I wish life wouldn't be this way,
And I'm sorry to myself and everyone
else,
But it's never gonna happen,
No, it's never gonna happen
Please!
Tell me what's going on!
Please!
Tell me!
Oooooohhhhh.
Tell me
I have just finished writing the lyrics and guitar chords for my second song, Pain. As you may have guessed from the title, it is about my life's experience of pain from bullying. The song also hints that my worst bully happens to be myself. Without realizing it, people inflict mental pain on themselves when they question themselves. Self inflicted pain is worse than the pain brought to you by others, because the most important thing is what you think, not what they think.
The first stanza is about how I have felt pain, so I know what it is, but my mind is astray because I'm not sure where it's coming from. The second stanza goes on to almost plead for help, because I need someone to tell me where my thoughts are going. They are swirling around my head, picking up the bad, and leaving the good thoughts behind. I feel as though finding bad is as easy as finding a lit flashlight in a small, dark room. Finding good thoughts in your head is like trying to make out what a tiny voice is saying under a roaring crowd. The chorus is finally asking why I can't find me inside myself, not the one that tells me I'm ugly, but the one that tells me I'm beautiful..
The third and fourth stanzas are giving examples of what happens to me. I truly do wonder, why in the world are humans so hateful towards each other? When I wrote this line, I really meant everyone, including me. We are all hateful, and if not to others, than to our selves, like cats chasing their tails. These two stanzas are more about being hateful towards others than they are about being hateful to ourselves, though. The last two stanzas sound the angriest, express me the most. It first explains that I know what it's like, and I have scars to prove it. Each time I was bullied, it was like a little piece of my heart was carved out. The next stanza wonders and hopes that it's not just me going through it, though I don't really want it for anyone else because it hurts you so badly. At the end of the stanza, I speak the truth and say sorry, but that is the way humans were made, and unfortunately, they're not changing anytime soon, if ever.
I hope you enjoyed reading my song and short essay about it.
-Meredith
The first stanza is about how I have felt pain, so I know what it is, but my mind is astray because I'm not sure where it's coming from. The second stanza goes on to almost plead for help, because I need someone to tell me where my thoughts are going. They are swirling around my head, picking up the bad, and leaving the good thoughts behind. I feel as though finding bad is as easy as finding a lit flashlight in a small, dark room. Finding good thoughts in your head is like trying to make out what a tiny voice is saying under a roaring crowd. The chorus is finally asking why I can't find me inside myself, not the one that tells me I'm ugly, but the one that tells me I'm beautiful..
The third and fourth stanzas are giving examples of what happens to me. I truly do wonder, why in the world are humans so hateful towards each other? When I wrote this line, I really meant everyone, including me. We are all hateful, and if not to others, than to our selves, like cats chasing their tails. These two stanzas are more about being hateful towards others than they are about being hateful to ourselves, though. The last two stanzas sound the angriest, express me the most. It first explains that I know what it's like, and I have scars to prove it. Each time I was bullied, it was like a little piece of my heart was carved out. The next stanza wonders and hopes that it's not just me going through it, though I don't really want it for anyone else because it hurts you so badly. At the end of the stanza, I speak the truth and say sorry, but that is the way humans were made, and unfortunately, they're not changing anytime soon, if ever.
I hope you enjoyed reading my song and short essay about it.
-Meredith
