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Inside the Mirror
Pop/Ballad • Lírico: Monica Bergo
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Instrumentação |
Piano |
Tipo de composição |
Partitura piano |
Editora |
Monica Bergo |
idioma |
Italiano |
Music and song composed by me
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dd2BtKWNpd4
♫ * ´¨` * • .¸¸. ♫ Inside the mirror ♫ * ´¨` * • .¸¸. ♫
Christmas again
and again I'm sick,
I wander around lost
for this my life,
lights, festoons
and all better
the play never changes
and while I get lost
inside my unsolved
model a smile
I stamp it on my face
I wait every year
be given back to me
what they took from me
I want it back
and as Dickens I think back to my birthplace
and I pining trying
happy memories
That I do not have
I look in the mirror
and I see myself aged
who cares if I have never been beautiful
Who is this woman
I don't recognize it
there is no light in his eyes
but then it comes to life
and suddenly I understand
I gladly accept the exchange of places
I inside the mirror she in my life
moves safely
I look at her in fear
while baking cookies and preparing packages
and with my daughter
makes 1000 projects
and I feel cut in half
and I hit the glass
but the mirror swallows me
there is no going back
and inside me ....
I will complete
half sentences
I will exhale all the cold from the soul
I will stem fragility
inside my mirror
mud and humility
painter I.
of my days
I paint myself beautiful and I'm in a fairy tale
I will rewrite new realities
in words and music
my magic bubble
I draw a tear
you will delete it.
And inside the mirror
life reflects
I walk on the avenue of my uncertainties
I stumble upon fragments of forbidden dreams
of broken wings
of inhibited flights
Silence explodes in the cry of a child
is imprisoned there
suspended in that limbo
he holds out his hand and is desperate
is the boy I lost
that baby never born
and his father appears to me
with his arrogance
she repeats "you're good, but not good enough"
but I step on it and then throw it away
my inadequacy
I am only this
accept me and maybe you will love me ...
and I will compose the melodies
to cancel my improbable expectations
only me will feed
unnecessary caresses
I will no longer seek
and empty my pockets
from guilt and unnecessary burdens
I won't appease
conviverò
with this relentless thirst
and a somewhat faint mind
I who live on the edge
between dream and reality
I'm outside and the mirror
it's just a reflection
I'm inside my world
and christmas is now
me too.....
Monica Bergo
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