Lyrical Pieces in E Major, Op. 68: V. Cradle Song - Arthur Rubinstein, Эдвард Григ

ladies and gentlemen, i un proudly present to you, me

set the scene

I wear a sober look, cause i just don’t give a damn

about how i reflect, myself i don’t respect

disappointing part, thats were I’ve played so far

and for the next few moments, you will witness components

this were the reckin ball, and surely i will fall, and surely i must fall

he was a son to a whore, she never wanted him at all

it left for homelessness, this i must confess

i cried myself to sleep, my sisters pictures beside me

what do they think of me, they think I’m violent and mean

cause thats what that bitch says, maybe she’ll care when I’m dead, maybe,

maybe she’ll care when I’m dead, maybe she’ll care when I’m?.

i went to school today, i got kicked out straight away

i can’t concentrate, cause when the bell goes out the gate

my fake family, are there to take me home safely

but i don’t wanna go, cause all the foster boys hates me

maybe ill run away, i still run til this day

and Im am 21, I’m still wearing this frown

who do you trust these days, they all knife you anyway

but whats backstab between friends x8

and to my latest love, I really hate that you’re gone

and every nightmare, the pain grows so strong

I invite you here, to see me sing the veins around my neck

in hope you’ll see, what you used to adore

you were supposed to love me