200th

Eredetileg az lett volna a bejegyzés címe, hogy "But all you are is mean." de utána döbbentem rá, hogy ez pontosan a 200. bejegyzésem. Nem semmi! A 100. tavaly májusban volt, nem gondoltam volna amikor 3 éve elkezdtem ezt az egész blog dolgot, hogy majd a 200.-ig is eljutok, hűha. Na de áttérek arra amiről eredetileg akartam írni:

Utálom amikor az emberek azt éreztetik velem, hogy nem vagyok elég jó. Sőt amikor szó szerint a képembe mondják, hogy úgysem vagyok képes rá, nem fog menni. Most is ez történt velem, és olyan mérges lettem, hogy eszembe jutott, hogy Taylor Swift "Mean" című dala talán majd segít, ugyanis szószerint arról van benne szó ami velem is mindig történik. És ez a sor is, hogy "But someday I'll be living in a big old city, and all you're ever gonna be is mean" is annyira megfogalmazza amit én is akarok, szóval minden rosszakarómnak küldeném ezt a dalt!  Imádom: 

You, with your words like knives
And swords and weapons that you use against me
You have knocked me off my feet again
Got me feeling like I'm nothing
You, with your voice like nails on a chalkboard
Calling me out when I'm wounded
You picking on the weaker man

You can take me down with just one single blow
But you don't know, what you don't know...

Someday I'll be living in a big ol' city
And all you're ever gonna be is mean
Someday I'll be big enough so you can't hit me
And all you're ever gonna be is mean
Why you gotta be so mean?

You, with your switching sides
And your wildfire lies and your humiliation
You have pointed out my flaws again
As if I don't already see them
I walk with my head down
Trying to block you out 'cause I'll never impress you
I just wanna feel okay again

I bet you got pushed around
Somebody made you cold
But the cycle ends right now
'Cause you can't lead me down that road
And you don't know, what you don't know...

Someday I'll be living in a big ol' city
And all you're ever gonna be is mean
Someday I'll be big enough so you can't hit me
And all you're ever gonna be is mean
Why you gotta be so mean?

And I can see you years from now in a bar
Talking over a football game
With that same big loud opinion
But nobody's listening
Washed up and ranting about the same old bitter things
Drunk and grumbling on about how I can't sing
But all you are is mean

All you are is mean
And a liar, and pathetic, and alone in life
And mean, and mean, and mean, and mean

But someday I'll be living in a big ol' city
And all you're ever gonna be is mean, yeah
Someday I'll be big enough so you can't hit me
And all you're ever gonna be is mean
Why you gotta be so?..

Someday I'll be living in a big ol' city (Why you gotta be so?..)
And all you're ever gonna be is mean (Why you gotta be so?..)
Someday I'll be big enough so you can't hit me (Why you gotta be so?..)
And all you're ever gonna be is mean
Why you gotta be so mean?