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April 16th 1988
16 years ago, Saturday evening, 16th April 1988
Everyone was stressed, in a right nervous state
Belfast City Hospital was the place I was born
If only I knew that life was so difficult and long
I would have tried to suffocate when I first slept
But then, would anyone have even cared or wept?
What would their life be like if I was never here?
Would they cope better if I just wasn’t near?
Maybe it’d be better if I went away and didn’t come back
Because then I’d never have to deal out this deck
It’s just too much for me to keep bottled up inside
Sometimes I think it would be better if I died
But then I’d never experience the happy emotions
Love, bliss, being an object of complete devotion
Are they worth it, for when the bad times come around?
Seemingly, but when I cry, to you I don’t make a sound
You’re my mother and you call me selfish and a bitch
How nice of you, thanks for teaching me, I’m just another face
No one unique, nothing at all special about me
I’m just another, that has to cope with the realm of reality
And you, you’re my dad, and you call me all the names of the day
“Cunt, Bitch, Shit head�, heh, why do you say the things you say?
Just to get another stab in at my fragile heart that has broke so much
If only I remained untouched and never had to experience this stuff
Yeah, life would seem so better without me here, that what I’m believing
But mum, dad, and my two half sisters, you are all deceiving
Half sisters are complete; they don’t need a cling on to watch
I’m myself, isolated and when I fall, I know that no one will catch
So tell me why I had to be born into this family of hate?
April 16th, 1988, by now I’m sure you know the date
So what do I do when I need someone to confide in about this stuff?
Because I can’t deal it out and cope because there is just too much
God, I hope you’re listening cause this is particularly you mistake
I hope the road ahead; the future will be brighter for my sake…
And it’s all because of April 16th…1988
16 years ago, Saturday evening, 16th April 1988
Everyone was stressed, in a right nervous state
Belfast City Hospital was the place I was born
If only I knew that life was so difficult and long
I would have tried to suffocate when I first slept
But then, would anyone have even cared or wept?
What would their life be like if I was never here?
Would they cope better if I just wasn’t near?
Maybe it’d be better if I went away and didn’t come back
Because then I’d never have to deal out this deck
It’s just too much for me to keep bottled up inside
Sometimes I think it would be better if I died
But then I’d never experience the happy emotions
Love, bliss, being an object of complete devotion
Are they worth it, for when the bad times come around?
Seemingly, but when I cry, to you I don’t make a sound
You’re my mother and you call me selfish and a bitch
How nice of you, thanks for teaching me, I’m just another face
No one unique, nothing at all special about me
I’m just another, that has to cope with the realm of reality
And you, you’re my dad, and you call me all the names of the day
“Cunt, Bitch, Shit head�, heh, why do you say the things you say?
Just to get another stab in at my fragile heart that has broke so much
If only I remained untouched and never had to experience this stuff
Yeah, life would seem so better without me here, that what I’m believing
But mum, dad, and my two half sisters, you are all deceiving
Half sisters are complete; they don’t need a cling on to watch
I’m myself, isolated and when I fall, I know that no one will catch
So tell me why I had to be born into this family of hate?
April 16th, 1988, by now I’m sure you know the date
So what do I do when I need someone to confide in about this stuff?
Because I can’t deal it out and cope because there is just too much
God, I hope you’re listening cause this is particularly you mistake
I hope the road ahead; the future will be brighter for my sake…
And it’s all because of April 16th…1988
thanks Lil'A.
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