Good Charlotte - Emotionless

Hey dad
I’m writing to you
Not to tell you
That I still hate you
Just to ask you
How you feel
And how we fell apart
How this fell apart

Are you happy out there
In this great wide world
Do you think about your sons
Do you miss your little girl
When you lay your head down
How do you sleep at night
Do you even wonder if we’re alright
But we’re alright
We’re alright

It’s been a long hard road without you by my side
Why weren’t you there the nights that we cried
You broke my mother’s heart
You broke your children for life
It’s not ok but we’re alright
I remember the days you were a hero in my eyes
But those are just a long lost memory of mine
I spent so many years
Learning how to survive
Now I’m writing just to let you know
I’m still alive

The days I spent
So cold, so hungry
Were full of hate
I was so angry
The scars run deep inside
This tattooed body
There’s things I’ll take
To my grave
But I’m ok
I’m ok

It’s been a long hard road without you by my side
Why weren’t you there the nights that we cried
You broke my mother’s heart
You broke your children for life
It’s not ok but we’re alright
I remember the days you were a hero in my eyes
But those are just a long lost memory of mine
Now I’m writing just to let you know
I’m still alive
And I’m still alive

Sometimes I forget
Yeah, and this time
I’ll admit that I miss you
Said I miss you

It’s been a long hard road without you by my side
Why weren’t you there the nights that we cried
You broke my mother’s heart
You broke your children for life
It’s not ok but we’re alright
I remember the days you were a hero in my eyes
But those are just a long lost memory of mine
Now I’m writing just to let you know
I’m still alive

And sometimes I forget
This time I’ll admit
That I miss you
I miss you
Hey dad.

La vita non è guidata dalla volontà o dalle intenzioni. La vita è un insieme di nervi, fibre e cellule faticosamente cresciute, nelle quali il pensiero si nasconde, e la passione si illude. Ti immagini di essere al sicuro e ti credi molto forte. Ma una casuale sfumatura di colore in una camera o in un cielo mattutino, un certo profumo che abbia amato una volta, e ti riporti lievi memorie, il viso riudito di una poesia dimenticata, il motivo di una musica che da lungo tempo non hai più suonato.