The signal is subtle
We pass just close enough to touch
No questions, no answers
We know by now to say enough
With only simple words
With only subtle turns
The things we feel alone for one another
There is a secret that we keep
I won't sleep if you won't sleep
Because tonight may be the last chance we'll be given
We are compelled to do what we must do
We are compelled to do what we have been forbidden
So I won't sleep if you won't sleep tonight
Tuesday, December 13, 2005
Lindsay Lohan - Confessions of a Broken Heart I wait for the postman to bring me a letter I wait for the good Lord to make me feel better And I carry the weight of the world on my shoulders A family in crisis that only grows older
Why’d you have to go Why’d you have to go Why’d you have to go
Daughter to father, daughter to father I am broken but I am hoping Daughter to father, daughter to father I am crying, a part of me is dying and These are, these are The confessions of a broken heart
And I wear all your old clothes, your polo sweater I dream of another you The one who would never (ever) Leave me alone to pick up the pieces A daddy to hold me, that’s what I needed
So why’d you have to go Why’d you have to go Why’d you have to go
Daughter to father, daughter to father I don’t know you, but I still want to Daughter to father, daughter to father Tell me the truth, did you ever love me Cause these are, these are The confessions of a broken heart
I love you, I love you I love you I... I love you
Daughter to father, daughter to father I don’t know you, but I still want to Daughter to father, daughter to father Tell me the truth... Did you ever love me? Did you ever love me?
These are... The confessions... of a broken heart
Ohhh....yeah
I wait for the postman to bring me a letter...
call me overly dramatic, melodramatic, drama queen (like lindsay herself; you sould see the MTV for this song), or whatever you want to. but somehow i find myself relating to this song very well. not asking for sympathy, but i can't help but wonder what it feels like to actually have a real father to look up to, to turn to. i only ever knew a mother in my life of 19 years. and then i start to ponder if he ever loved me. sure, i don't wear his polo sweater but i only have one thing to remember him by. memories.
i don't even know where his photos are anymore.
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Wani
23/02/1986 (Pisces)
(Psychology & Communications) Monash University
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