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lunes, 4 de julio de 2011

Perfect.

Hey dad look at me
Think back and talk to me

Did I grow up according to plan?
And do you think I'm wasting my time doing things I wanna do?
But it hurts when you disapprove all along
And now I try hard to make it
I just want to make you proud
I'm never gonna be good enough for you
I can't pretend that
I'm alright

And you can't change me

'Cuz we lost it all
Nothing lasts forever
I'm sorry
I can't be perfect

Now it's just too late and
We can't go back
I'm sorry
I can't be perfect


I try not to think
About the pain I feel inside

Did you know you used to be my hero?
All the days you spent with me
Now seem so far away

And it feels like you don't care anymore

And now I try hard to make it
I just want to make you proud 
I'm never gonna be good enough for you
I can't stand another fight
And nothing's alright

'Cuz we lost it all
Nothing lasts forever
I'm sorry
I can't be perfect

Now it's just too late and
We can't go back
I'm sorry
I can't be perfect


Nothing's gonna change the things that you said
Nothing's gonna make this right again
Please don't turn your back
I can't believe it's hard
Just to talk to you

But you don't understand

'Cuz we lost it all
Nothing lasts forever
I'm sorry
I can't be perfect

Now it's just too late and
We can't go back
I'm sorry
I can't be perfect


'Cuz we lost it all
Nothing lasts forever
I'm sorry
I can't be perfect

Now it's just too late and
We can't go back
I'm sorry
I can't be perfect

Asi es como me siento con mi papa. Yo lo unico que pido es sentir que el esta orgulloso de mi, yo no se si lo esta o no, pero no solo siento. Siento que quiere que sea perfecta cosa que estoy muy lejos de serlo. Siento que nunca voy a ser suficiente para el. Aveces siento que no me quiere tanto. Siento que le doy verguenza. Y esto me lo vengo guardando desde hace mucho tiempo, demaciado tiempo. Amigas mias, mi prima y mi mama saben esto, pero no saben exactamente lo que siento. De tan solo pensar en esto lloro. Y me encantaria poder decirselo a mi papa, que sepa como me siento, pero no puedo.. me lo guardo todo. Y ahora estoy llorando esribiendo todo esto y nadie me ve, por que yo tengo algo que no me gusta que me vean llorar. Lloro a escondidas.
Amo a mi papa con toda mi alma y lo unico que pido de el, es sentir cuanto me ama siempre y sentir que esta orgulloso de mi. Que me vea perfecta por como soy.

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