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Title: transmuting the pain into something worth while "Tales from Over the Line" Post by: woofhound on August 07, 2014, 01:37:21 PM I'm going through a really tough time with a woman I believe has BPD. I've found that turning some of the negative energy into music is helping me get things out of my mind. I'm posting here because this is likely the best place since I don't know if we are really over at this point.
I've been working on a concept album of sorts. I'm calling it "Tales From Over The Line". Its a series of songs about my experiences being with someone who is emotionally unstable. I wanted to post this because I thought some of you might identify with the lyrics. This song is called "Heirloom" and it covers the topic of how my ex doesn't see fault in her mother, and tends to even idealize her as being the "best possible mom" in her own words... .All this despite the fact that she's been addicted to drugs for most of her life and has given my ex drugs since she was a teenager... . HEIRLOOM must we hold it then forever? the single gifted shard from our mother's mirror the one we gaze ourselves at every day the echo of a pain that wasn't ours trained by another mans mistakes to clutch the shard does the causal chain extend so far, to our hearts, that we can let it go can you please tell me why we clutch the pain- afraid of letting go trained by the whip to be a good dog- its difficult to show our hands- both- bleeding, how dare you question me, cant you see this pain is me how dare you try and set me free, if i let it go who will i then be? is there no compromise? all things in black and white? What was given to you, it was given to me, the will to be loved and the will to be set free, handed down from mother to daughter, father to son Shall we hang on the words of our forefathers? The same fools that spread lies as we do. Or forge a different path than our mohters? If you open your hand, i'll show you mine too Sighing softly in reluctance i open my hand, Will i see the same reflection, the same damaged man I pryed my eyes open then... .and behold In the mirror... . It couldn't be any clearer... . it was you. |