Monday, July 1, 2013

Twisted

( I haven't actually come up with a name for this song that I'm happy with, but I had to call it something, so this'll have to do for now. I know it's twisted, but listen: it's not meant to praise abusive relationships, but to draw attention to the problem. What better way to do so than to (try) to write a song from the point of view of someone in such a relationship. I didn't actually have someone in such a situation to get input from, so we'll see how this goes... I'm apologizing in advance, though, because this is probably the most melancholy thing I've ever written, and I expect a lot of decent people are going to get upset with me. Go ahead and yell at me if it makes you feel better; I can see where you're coming from, and I'm not sure there's a way I can out into words anything satisfactorily justifying this song...)

I'm not afraid of falling,
If I fall into your arms.
I'm not afraid of hurting,
If you do me the harm.
Your love can make me heal,
And my scars all fade away,
Like a melting ice cream cone,
On a sunny day.
So hurt me if you want to;
I'm blind to the truth.
I don't care what love is,
If it's not being with you.

My friends are crying over,
The mistakes they think I made,
As they each lay another,
Red flower on my grave.
They don't think you loved me,
But I don't care if they're right.
I want this fresh new grave stone,
Given by my knight.
So hurt me if you want to;
I'm blind to the truth.
I don't care what love is,
If it's not being with you.

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