Tuesday, June 28, 2011

Conversations With My 13 Year Old Self

A random thought crossed my mind over the weekend that kinda resurfaced this morning, would I would be able to look from my 8 year old self and consider current self pretty awesome. While we're generally getting older (note, not always growing up) we tend to abandon a lot of the things that we held most dear to us, not always for the better.

Today's song, "Conversations With My 13 Year Old Self" by Pink is told the other way round where it's more consoling a younger self. Imagine if you could go back and actually talk to a younger you. Would you offer advice, would you give instruction or would you say nothing knowing that each and every event has helped make you you?

Conversations with my thirteen year old self
Conversations with my thirteen year old self

You're angry
I know this
The world couldn't care less
You're lonely
I feel this
And you wish you were the best
No teachers
Or guidance
And you always walk alone
You're crying
At night when
Nobody else is home

Come over here and let me hold your hand and hug you darling
I promise you that it won't always feel this bad
There are so many things I want to say to you
You're the girl I used to be
You little heartbroken thirteen year old me

You're laughing
But you're hiding
God I know that trick too well
You forget
That I've been you
And now I'm just the shell
I promise
I love you and
Everything will work out fine
Don't try to
Grow up yet
Oh just give it some time

The pain you feel is real you're not asleep but it's a nightmare
But you can wake up anytime
Oh don't lose your passion or the fighter that's inside of you
You're the girl I used to be
The pissed off complicated thirteen year old me

Conversations with my thirteen year old self
Conversations with my thirteen year old self

Until we meet again
Oh I wish you well oh
I wish you well
Little girl
Until we meet again
Oh
I wish you well
Little girl
I wish you well
Until we meet again
My little thirteen year old me


I'm still not growing up, but, reckon that I'd be pretty pleased with the way I've reached this point in life. Think I'd offer myself a drink and tell the tale of how awesome my little cat is.

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