This is the segundo one in my collection of the each Winx's past based on a song, and I am going to do them in order of my favorito! to least favorito! even though I do not hate any of them, there just happens to be one I like less.
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One's Done
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You wouldn't mess with a child's mind. tu wouldn't be unkind. Who are we fooling, anything's not fine. tu shoved me out of line
It’s been a while since my mom died. Ten years to be exact. I still miss her, and my dad does too but he doesn’t mostrar it. The only reason I know is he tenses up every time I ask what was she like o I want to be a singer like her when I grow up. He’s forbidden me from becoming a professional singer, but I don’t listen I am a música fairy in training. I just wish he would see my point of view from time to time.
Single file, down the aisle. You're the reason that they made this rule. To protect us from that smile. This pain is anything but mild
Since it’s exactly ten years today I try to not mention anything that would set him off. Every time I try to do my own thing and go on my own path I get pulled back in line. tu do this to try to protect me from pain, but you’re the one causing my pain and tears ever since tu made that rule when I was just a little kid.
'Cuz we're all not as strong as we pretend. We only bend to be broken in half. Don't try to laugh. 'Cuz our suppression only leads to depression. Yeah, you're playing with a child's heart. With a child's heart. Oh! tu mold me like I'm just your work of art. What a great head start. tu estola from a child's heart
I look over to my calendar and see I have only 20 más days until I leave for Alfea. I cry because I might act tough, but underneath the surface I am just searching for a relationship o friendship that I can rely on that person. Since I have not had that person my entire life, and I desperately need someone I could cry to, tell them my problems and they would be there to comfort me o believe in me. My dad should have been that person, and I am glad he is still alive I just wish he wasn’t so controlling and I could follow my dreams.
I wouldn't be somebody that I'm not. Don't put me in the box. I'm holding on to everything I've got. Can't put me on the spot
I am glad that when I leave this small town in Melody to go to Alfea I can do what I want as long as I maintain the grades needed for the full scholarship. My dad never let explore my musical abilities. I always hated it when someone tried to restrain me, and he did that every día since mom died. I just wish he would tell me so I can understand. Instead of being put on the spot when I’m told no.
You may think that I'm dramatic. Well, there's a reason that I feel this way. I'm still reeling from the static. 'Cuz in your eyes it doesn't matter
I understand I can overact on occasion, but it there is a reason. It’s all because of you. tu set rules that I want to break so bad, and tu controlled me way too much. I’m only a kid. I need to experience things and get hurt on my own because your rules only hurt me more. So that’s why I might seem on edge. It’s all because tu only think of her death and tu don’t see me anymore I am just an image displayed on your glass eyes. I’m not even recognized por tu anymore, and maybe if tu cared I wouldn’t feel this way anymore. I just wish tu could see my pain bubbling underneath the surface.
'Cuz we're all not as strong as we pretend. We only bend to be broken in half. Don't try to laugh. 'Cuz our suppression only leads to depression. Yeah, you're playing with a child's heart. With a child's heart. Oh! tu mold me like I'm just your work of art. What a great head start. tu estola from a child's heart
I might seem like a strong person on the outside, yet I am not even close. I cry myself to sleep wishing mom was around. I cry when you’re not looking because the last time tu saw me cry tu just laugh. I was even sadder after that, and it caused me to cry locked up in my room all alone. As tu shape me the way tu want, I break faster because I am a child who doesn’t know any other life besides living with a broken heart.
You only get one go-around. So I'll make every segundo count. I'm not your work of art. What a great head start. tu estola from a child
I look back and think segundo chances are overrated because I gave tu a segundo chance and tu disregarded as nothing. Now everyone only gets one shot because in the real world tu only have one chance to make it o break, and in my eyes tu broke it más specifically tu broke my heart. From the día mom died tu were vacant. tu were there for me physically, but so was an empty chair. I needed someone there for me emotionally and mentally but when tu weren’t it took away from a child’s heart. That child’s corazón was mine, and it will take forever to heal because of all the baggage I carry around with me every day.
We're all not as strong as we pretend. We only bend to be broken in half. Don't try to laugh. 'Cuz our suppression only leads to depression. Yeah, you're playing with a child's heart. With child's heart. Yeah. tu mold me like I'm just your work of art. What a great head start. tu estola from a child's heart. Yeah, tu estola from a child's heart
As time to leave gets closer, I continue to grow stronger. The reason is I need to learn people need to earn my trust, and not give it out like a free sample just for someone to throw it all away leaving me a wreck. I cannot wait to leave because every time I am in pain, tu laugh and that only makes it hurt más and leave a bigger scar on my heart. I shake my head every time I hear a clinging of glass followed por a slamming door because tu are allowed to be sorry for yourself, but I can’t for me. It’s nice to see tu follow the your own rules tu set.
Mmm-mmm. tu wouldn't mess with a child's mind. tu wouldn't be unkind
I look out my window one last time and sigh as I turn the lights off and fall asleep. I tell myself that it’s all an act, but my corazón knows the true. I’m not as strong as I pretend and my suppression only leads to depression. I feel a tear roll down the side of my face, so I pull the covers over my head and tell myself only 19 más days now tu can handle this. At least I will be far away from this realm where the only people who will mess with a child’s mind and be unkind will be witches. That I can handle, but this life of living in the shadow of mom’s death I cannot.
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One's Done
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You wouldn't mess with a child's mind. tu wouldn't be unkind. Who are we fooling, anything's not fine. tu shoved me out of line
It’s been a while since my mom died. Ten years to be exact. I still miss her, and my dad does too but he doesn’t mostrar it. The only reason I know is he tenses up every time I ask what was she like o I want to be a singer like her when I grow up. He’s forbidden me from becoming a professional singer, but I don’t listen I am a música fairy in training. I just wish he would see my point of view from time to time.
Single file, down the aisle. You're the reason that they made this rule. To protect us from that smile. This pain is anything but mild
Since it’s exactly ten years today I try to not mention anything that would set him off. Every time I try to do my own thing and go on my own path I get pulled back in line. tu do this to try to protect me from pain, but you’re the one causing my pain and tears ever since tu made that rule when I was just a little kid.
'Cuz we're all not as strong as we pretend. We only bend to be broken in half. Don't try to laugh. 'Cuz our suppression only leads to depression. Yeah, you're playing with a child's heart. With a child's heart. Oh! tu mold me like I'm just your work of art. What a great head start. tu estola from a child's heart
I look over to my calendar and see I have only 20 más days until I leave for Alfea. I cry because I might act tough, but underneath the surface I am just searching for a relationship o friendship that I can rely on that person. Since I have not had that person my entire life, and I desperately need someone I could cry to, tell them my problems and they would be there to comfort me o believe in me. My dad should have been that person, and I am glad he is still alive I just wish he wasn’t so controlling and I could follow my dreams.
I wouldn't be somebody that I'm not. Don't put me in the box. I'm holding on to everything I've got. Can't put me on the spot
I am glad that when I leave this small town in Melody to go to Alfea I can do what I want as long as I maintain the grades needed for the full scholarship. My dad never let explore my musical abilities. I always hated it when someone tried to restrain me, and he did that every día since mom died. I just wish he would tell me so I can understand. Instead of being put on the spot when I’m told no.
You may think that I'm dramatic. Well, there's a reason that I feel this way. I'm still reeling from the static. 'Cuz in your eyes it doesn't matter
I understand I can overact on occasion, but it there is a reason. It’s all because of you. tu set rules that I want to break so bad, and tu controlled me way too much. I’m only a kid. I need to experience things and get hurt on my own because your rules only hurt me more. So that’s why I might seem on edge. It’s all because tu only think of her death and tu don’t see me anymore I am just an image displayed on your glass eyes. I’m not even recognized por tu anymore, and maybe if tu cared I wouldn’t feel this way anymore. I just wish tu could see my pain bubbling underneath the surface.
'Cuz we're all not as strong as we pretend. We only bend to be broken in half. Don't try to laugh. 'Cuz our suppression only leads to depression. Yeah, you're playing with a child's heart. With a child's heart. Oh! tu mold me like I'm just your work of art. What a great head start. tu estola from a child's heart
I might seem like a strong person on the outside, yet I am not even close. I cry myself to sleep wishing mom was around. I cry when you’re not looking because the last time tu saw me cry tu just laugh. I was even sadder after that, and it caused me to cry locked up in my room all alone. As tu shape me the way tu want, I break faster because I am a child who doesn’t know any other life besides living with a broken heart.
You only get one go-around. So I'll make every segundo count. I'm not your work of art. What a great head start. tu estola from a child
I look back and think segundo chances are overrated because I gave tu a segundo chance and tu disregarded as nothing. Now everyone only gets one shot because in the real world tu only have one chance to make it o break, and in my eyes tu broke it más specifically tu broke my heart. From the día mom died tu were vacant. tu were there for me physically, but so was an empty chair. I needed someone there for me emotionally and mentally but when tu weren’t it took away from a child’s heart. That child’s corazón was mine, and it will take forever to heal because of all the baggage I carry around with me every day.
We're all not as strong as we pretend. We only bend to be broken in half. Don't try to laugh. 'Cuz our suppression only leads to depression. Yeah, you're playing with a child's heart. With child's heart. Yeah. tu mold me like I'm just your work of art. What a great head start. tu estola from a child's heart. Yeah, tu estola from a child's heart
As time to leave gets closer, I continue to grow stronger. The reason is I need to learn people need to earn my trust, and not give it out like a free sample just for someone to throw it all away leaving me a wreck. I cannot wait to leave because every time I am in pain, tu laugh and that only makes it hurt más and leave a bigger scar on my heart. I shake my head every time I hear a clinging of glass followed por a slamming door because tu are allowed to be sorry for yourself, but I can’t for me. It’s nice to see tu follow the your own rules tu set.
Mmm-mmm. tu wouldn't mess with a child's mind. tu wouldn't be unkind
I look out my window one last time and sigh as I turn the lights off and fall asleep. I tell myself that it’s all an act, but my corazón knows the true. I’m not as strong as I pretend and my suppression only leads to depression. I feel a tear roll down the side of my face, so I pull the covers over my head and tell myself only 19 más days now tu can handle this. At least I will be far away from this realm where the only people who will mess with a child’s mind and be unkind will be witches. That I can handle, but this life of living in the shadow of mom’s death I cannot.
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