onsdag den 5. november 2008

This used to be my playground

Jeg sidder og fifler med at skrive om min barndom.
Og sjovt nok er det altid 'this used to be my playground' af Madonna der dukker op i mit hoved.
Totalt ironisk eftersom det absolut ikke var sådan min barndom var. Men sangen har den følelse af noget der er slut og aldrig bliver igen som jeg føler. Og så den triste følelse jeg har fordi jeg aldrig havde et sted jeg følte var min playground.

"This Used To Be My Playground"

This used to be my playground (used to be)
This used to be my childhood dream
This used to be the place I ran to
Whenever I was in need
Of a friend
Why did it have to end

And why do they always say
Don't look back
Keep your head held high
Don't ask them why
Because life is short

And before you know
You're feeling old
And your heart is breaking
Don't hold on to the past
Well that's too much to ask
Live and learn

Well the years they flew
And we never knew
We were foolish then
We would never tire
And that little fire
Is still alive in me
It will never go away

Can't say goodbye to yesterday (can't say goodbye)
No regrets

But I wish that you
Were here with me
Well then there's hope yet
I can see your face
In our secret place
You're not just a memory

Say goodbye to yesterday (the dream)
Those are words I'll never say (I'll never say)

This used to be my playground (used to be)
This used to be our pride and joy
This used to be the place we ran to
That no one in the world could dare destroy

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