www.youtube.com/watch?v=QJO3ROT-A4E
"You're insecure, don't know what for. You're turning heads when you walk through the door. Don't need make-up to cover up. Being the way that you are is enough.
Everyone else in the room can see it, everyone else but you.
Baby you light up my world like nobody else. The way that you flip your hair gets me overwhelmed. But when you smile at the ground it ain't hard to tell you don't know. Oh oh, you don't know you're beautiful. If only you saw what I can see. You'll understand why I want you so desperately. Right now I'm looking at you and I can't believe you don't know. Oh oh, you don't know you're beautiful. Oh oh, that's what makes you beautiful.
So c-come on, you got it wrong. To prove I'm right I put it in a song. I don't know why you're being shy, and turn away when I look into your eye eye eyes.
Everyone else in the room can see it, everyone else but you.
Baby you light up my world like nobody else. The way that you flip your hair gets me overwhelmed. But when you smile at the ground it ain't hard to tell you don't know. Oh oh, you don't know you're beautiful. If only you saw what I can see. You'll understand why I want you so desperately. Right now I'm looking at you and I can't believe you don't know. Oh oh, you don't know you're beautiful. Oh oh, that's what makes you beautiful.
Na Na Na Na Na Na Naaa, Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na.
Baby you light up my world like nobody else. The way that you flip your hair gets me overwhelmed. But when you smile at the ground it ain't hard to tell, you don't know. Oh oh, you don't know you're beautiful. Baby you light up my world like nobody else. The way that you flip your hair gets me overwhelmed. But when you smile at the ground it ain't hard to tell, you don't know. Oh oh, you don't know you're beautiful (Oh). If only you saw what I can see, you'll understand why I want you so desperately (Desperately). Right now I'm looking at you and I can't believe you don't know. Oh oh, you don't know you're beautiful. Oh oh, you don't know you're beautiful. Oh oh, that's what makes you beautiful." ~One Direction
This song is true of most girls. We're insecure because that's the way society makes us. They have their versions of how we should look, how we should act, and even how we dress and what music we listen to. This song is saying that you don't need to follow the status quo to be popular or beautiful, you just need to be yourself. You're beautiful without the makeup and fancy clothes. You don't need it. You're perfect to him, no matter what. And that's how a good boy should treat you. He should love you no matter what you look like. You shouldn't have to put on makeup to please him, or wear a slinky dress. He should love you no matter what you look like. And just remember, you are beautiful in your own way.
It's also a perfect description of me. My boyfriend always says I don't need makeup, and I always smile at the floor when he says something like that. I hide my face behind my hair and I blush easily. I also seem not to know that I'm beatiful, although I say I'm not. I'm pretty plain as far as girls go. But my boyfriend thinks otherwise, and he is the most wonderful man in the world, so I'll take it to heart. =)
Anyways, hope you enjoyed listening.
Signing off,
X~WesternWriter~X
You know that song that's always stuck in your head? Well, I have one stuck in my head all the time. Here's where I'll discuss it. I'll post full lyrics and my opinion of the song, plus what it means to me. Feel free to comment!
Monday, March 19, 2012
Thursday, March 15, 2012
Bully
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_X8evilzsW0
"It's 8 AM, this Hell I'm in. Seems I've crossed the line again for being nothing more than who I am. So break my bones, and throw your stones. We all know that life ain't fair, but there is more of us, we're everywhere.
We don't have to take this, back against the wall. We don't have to take this, we can end it all.
All you'll ever be is a fading memory of a bully. Make another joke while they hang another rope, so lonely. Push them to the dirt till the words don't hurt, can you hear me? No one's gonna cry on the very day you die. You're a bully.
Think it through, you can't undo. Whenever I see black and blue, I feel the past, I share the bruise with everyone who's come and gone. My head is clear, my voice is strong, now I'm right here to right the wrong.
We don't have to take this, back against the wall. We don't have to take this, we can end it all.
All you'll ever be is a fading memory of a bully. Make another joke while they hang another rope, so lonely. Push them to the dirt till the words don't hurt, can you hear me? No one's gonna cry on the very day you die. You're a bully.
It's 8 AM, the Hell I'm in! Your voice is strong, now right the wrong!
All you'll ever be is a fading memory of a bully. Make another joke while they hang another rope, so lonely. Push them to the dirt till the words don't hurt, can you hear me? No one's gonna cry on the very day you die. You're a bully.
All you'll ever be is a fading memory of a bully. Make another joke while they hang another rope, so lonely. Push them to the dirt till the words don't hurt, can you hear me? No one's gonna cry on the very day you die. You're a bully.
We don't have to take this, back against the wall. We don't have to take this, we can end it all."
This song has a lot of meaning for me. I was bullied in school from the moment I first walked through the doors. I was made fun of, and easily tricked. I had been mostly homeschooled up to that point, and I didn't know how the world worked. My 7th grade year, my cousin killed himself. It felt like a piece of me died with him, and that's where it started. My depression, that is. I let the words get to me, and I felt the percussions of it more than I should have. The summer of my freshman year in highschool, I started cutting. Words like worthless, slut, whore, ugly, stupid and fat coursed through my head. My own personal demon repeating them over and over because I had heard someone else say them. I know most of the stories behind the scars. The worst of them are from when my so-called "friends" said stuff about me behind my back, and I later heard about it from someone else. I was hazed with threats of killing my horse and my cat, and some kids even went as far as to email me pictures of dead horses. I had a kid that sat next to me in computer my eigth grade year, and he would always look up sick pictures of dead cats and horses. The teacher didn't do anything about it. My mom finally went to the principal after a teacher made a comment about skinning a horse and living inside it. That was the last straw. I'm still picked on with taunts of dead horses. I've gone to the dean of students and everyone else and it doesn't stop. Kids are just mean these days. They get their joy from putting other kids down to make themselves look better, when in fact it just makes them look like a dumbass. No one thinks a bully is cool. And their words hurt. I was cutting myself, both horizontally and vertically, which can be fatal. Kids have killed themselves because of bullying, I thought about it myself. Life is hard enough already without someone breathing down your neck. Bullying kills. Next time you think about making fun of a kid, think of how you would feel. You don't know what they're going through, you don't know how their life is. Most likely they don't need you're crap. Just leave them alone and get your kicks elsewhere.
Hope you enjoyed listening.
Signing off,
X~WesternWriter~X
"It's 8 AM, this Hell I'm in. Seems I've crossed the line again for being nothing more than who I am. So break my bones, and throw your stones. We all know that life ain't fair, but there is more of us, we're everywhere.
We don't have to take this, back against the wall. We don't have to take this, we can end it all.
All you'll ever be is a fading memory of a bully. Make another joke while they hang another rope, so lonely. Push them to the dirt till the words don't hurt, can you hear me? No one's gonna cry on the very day you die. You're a bully.
Think it through, you can't undo. Whenever I see black and blue, I feel the past, I share the bruise with everyone who's come and gone. My head is clear, my voice is strong, now I'm right here to right the wrong.
We don't have to take this, back against the wall. We don't have to take this, we can end it all.
All you'll ever be is a fading memory of a bully. Make another joke while they hang another rope, so lonely. Push them to the dirt till the words don't hurt, can you hear me? No one's gonna cry on the very day you die. You're a bully.
It's 8 AM, the Hell I'm in! Your voice is strong, now right the wrong!
All you'll ever be is a fading memory of a bully. Make another joke while they hang another rope, so lonely. Push them to the dirt till the words don't hurt, can you hear me? No one's gonna cry on the very day you die. You're a bully.
All you'll ever be is a fading memory of a bully. Make another joke while they hang another rope, so lonely. Push them to the dirt till the words don't hurt, can you hear me? No one's gonna cry on the very day you die. You're a bully.
We don't have to take this, back against the wall. We don't have to take this, we can end it all."
This song has a lot of meaning for me. I was bullied in school from the moment I first walked through the doors. I was made fun of, and easily tricked. I had been mostly homeschooled up to that point, and I didn't know how the world worked. My 7th grade year, my cousin killed himself. It felt like a piece of me died with him, and that's where it started. My depression, that is. I let the words get to me, and I felt the percussions of it more than I should have. The summer of my freshman year in highschool, I started cutting. Words like worthless, slut, whore, ugly, stupid and fat coursed through my head. My own personal demon repeating them over and over because I had heard someone else say them. I know most of the stories behind the scars. The worst of them are from when my so-called "friends" said stuff about me behind my back, and I later heard about it from someone else. I was hazed with threats of killing my horse and my cat, and some kids even went as far as to email me pictures of dead horses. I had a kid that sat next to me in computer my eigth grade year, and he would always look up sick pictures of dead cats and horses. The teacher didn't do anything about it. My mom finally went to the principal after a teacher made a comment about skinning a horse and living inside it. That was the last straw. I'm still picked on with taunts of dead horses. I've gone to the dean of students and everyone else and it doesn't stop. Kids are just mean these days. They get their joy from putting other kids down to make themselves look better, when in fact it just makes them look like a dumbass. No one thinks a bully is cool. And their words hurt. I was cutting myself, both horizontally and vertically, which can be fatal. Kids have killed themselves because of bullying, I thought about it myself. Life is hard enough already without someone breathing down your neck. Bullying kills. Next time you think about making fun of a kid, think of how you would feel. You don't know what they're going through, you don't know how their life is. Most likely they don't need you're crap. Just leave them alone and get your kicks elsewhere.
Hope you enjoyed listening.
Signing off,
X~WesternWriter~X
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