I’d love to hear the translation.
Fronda - Wonderful
she was 17 years old, 99 lbs light, skin and bones
but the mirror eats up the positive that she sees
leave me alone because I can’t take it no more
two fingers in the throat - coughing up my problems
so, spitting out shame, she is living with an enemie
living with a pitch-black feeling so obnoxious
but feels like death is knocking when you’re alone
I cut myself to escape from that feeling
imagine a bunch of people gathering around you
and points out all your flaws as a pattern
therefore, I stay at home, lock myself into my room
it feels a bit safer — the world through my window
have not enough money, can not follow the trends
and if you don’t do that the most friends disappear
sleepless, the hope jumped off
the first chance it got so I am at the bottom today
Chorus x2
you are beautiful as you are, you have to be as you were
there is nothing wrong with you, it’s wrong how the world is today
clench both fists and focus on something good
because deep down they know that they’re wrong and that you’re wonderful
having a dad who is the world’s biggest egoist
he fell in love with the alcohol, puts the family last
I’d like to say that I couldn’t care less
a lonely bird that carries a far too large branch
our lives can feel empty and staged
what if we’re already dead, here is the place we’re punished
it eats me from the inside
the self-esteem lays in the respirator so damaged and waiting
the positive little girl is missing
the gaze is empty, chapter 17 is only darkness
why does the mirror play a game against me?
why does life cry when death is always smiling at me?
how should I behave in social contexts
when my body is panicking and my brain wants to play on the same tape?
I hate that I hate myself, I am tired of being tired
the loneliness seduces me every day I get up
Chorus x2
you are beautiful as you are, you have to be as you were
there is nothing wrong with you, it’s wrong how the world is today
clench both fists and focus on something good
because deep down they know that they’re wrong and that you’re wonderful
it feels like the first day of school, yes
but every day nervousness kidnap my stomach back and fourth
if I could trust myself and stop looking for answers
then maybe you woul see me as someone who was just as good
an invisible 17-year-old would be everyone’s dream
but not in that way, this ship has run aground
don’t let me sit by myself today again
don’t let me meet my thoughts that follow me home
the stares in the corridor are like stabbing in my thighs
that’s what makes me consider the trip to the stretcher
the teens should have been something good.
why do they move me when the bullies get to stay?
but I understand them, it must be my fault
it must be my disgusting self that put me in games
there is nothing that goes up, everything goes down
I’d better sneak into your room and write my letter
Chorus x2
you are beautiful as you are, you have to be as you were
there is nothing wrong with you, it’s wrong how the world is today
clench both fists and focus on something good
because deep down they know that they’re wrong and that you’re wonderful
(via cheeriosandwater)
