*NOTE: whatever i am stating here now, it's my personal comments and personal feelings.

i don't need to be understood if you don't understand...*

Confessions of a broken heart

By Lindsay Lohan

I wait for the postman to bring me a letter.

And I wait for the good Lord to make me feel better.

And I carry the weight of the world on my shoulders.

Family in crisis that only grows older.

Why'd you have to go?

Why'd you have to go?

Why'd you have to go?

Daughter to father, daughter to father!

I am broken, but I am hoping.

Daughter to father, daughter to father!

I am crying, a part of me's dying.

And these are, these are,

the confessions of a broken heart!

And I wear all your old clothes you polo sweater.

I dream of another you, one who would never.

Never, leave me alone to pick up the pieces.

Daddy to hold me, that's what I needed.

So,why'd you have to go?

Why'd you have to go?

Why'd you have to go?

Daughter to father, daughter to father!

I don't know you, but I still want to.

Daughter to father, daughter to father!

Tell me the truth, did you ever love me?

Cause these are, these are,the confessions....!!!

of a broken heart!Of a broken heart!

I love you.

I love you.

I love you.

I ... I ... I ...I love you!

Daughter to father, daughter to father!

I don't know you, but I still want to.

Daughter to father, daughter to father!

Tell me the truth, did you ever love me?

Did you ever love me?

These are the confessions of a broken heart!

Ohh ... yeah

And I wait for the postman to bring me a letter.

to me, this is a dark song.

and a personal favourite.

because in many ways, i can relate myself to it.

to lyrics i mean.

not talking about the father part.

but yeah... the basic outline of it.

why did i suddenly dig this song out?

because i realised i have been asked about my past recently.

quite often.

and yes, it's true i don't speak much.

i speak only when i feel like to.

and when i speak, i meant it to be shared.

not to be commented on.

i realised i have been misunderstood quite often.

not particularly currently but when i was younger.

i know some, find my character very fake.

i don't disagree with this fact.

i'm not someone whom shows much expression on my face.

whether i like it or not, everything is kept to myself.

to people, they think that sometimes being straightforward to everyone is the best.

to me, i feel that it is my privacy.

it is not neccessary for me to comment on some things or to speak my mind out.

i think it's because of the environment i grow up in.

what i viewed of my own life is "at least i manage to survive it, so it doesn't matter to me much how harsh some people think of it."

firstly, let me put it straight across.

it is never a sympathy session.

i've mentioned. if you ask, i will say.

but i don't need sympathy.

because i think, i may be leading a better life than you do now (not out of arrogance)

but because it was what happened that carves the current me.

i know perfectly what i want, who i am now.

and hence, i don't need people to change my current principles when there isn't a need.

i am simple.

i don't need people to tell me "you should open up on this and that". (other than work-related)

when i say no, i mean no.

i don't need to state a reason to it.

but that doesn't mean i don't have a reason to it.

i just hate saying it.

and i hate being reminded of the past.

as said, it is the PAST.

it doesn't have to be mentioned again.

or be constantly repeated to me.

i know my past very well.

much better than you,

so thank you.

i don't need your reminder.

and so yup.

i don't think i am anyhow fake.

just because i don't talk about myself.

i don't need a biography to be published on me.

=)

and i think some things if i want it to be kept private,

please RESPECT my decision.

thank you.

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*NOTE: whatever i am stating here now, it's my personal comments and personal feelings.

i don't need to be understood if you don't understand...*

Confessions of a broken heart

By Lindsay Lohan

I wait for the postman to bring me a letter.

And I wait for the good Lord to make me feel better.

And I carry the weight of the world on my shoulders.

Family in crisis that only grows older.

Why'd you have to go?

Why'd you have to go?

Why'd you have to go?

Daughter to father, daughter to father!

I am broken, but I am hoping.

Daughter to father, daughter to father!

I am crying, a part of me's dying.

And these are, these are,

the confessions of a broken heart!

And I wear all your old clothes you polo sweater.

I dream of another you, one who would never.

Never, leave me alone to pick up the pieces.

Daddy to hold me, that's what I needed.

So,why'd you have to go?

Why'd you have to go?

Why'd you have to go?

Daughter to father, daughter to father!

I don't know you, but I still want to.

Daughter to father, daughter to father!

Tell me the truth, did you ever love me?

Cause these are, these are,the confessions....!!!

of a broken heart!Of a broken heart!

I love you.

I love you.

I love you.

I ... I ... I ...I love you!

Daughter to father, daughter to father!

I don't know you, but I still want to.

Daughter to father, daughter to father!

Tell me the truth, did you ever love me?

Did you ever love me?

These are the confessions of a broken heart!

Ohh ... yeah

And I wait for the postman to bring me a letter.

to me, this is a dark song.

and a personal favourite.

because in many ways, i can relate myself to it.

to lyrics i mean.

not talking about the father part.

but yeah... the basic outline of it.

why did i suddenly dig this song out?

because i realised i have been asked about my past recently.

quite often.

and yes, it's true i don't speak much.

i speak only when i feel like to.

and when i speak, i meant it to be shared.

not to be commented on.

i realised i have been misunderstood quite often.

not particularly currently but when i was younger.

i know some, find my character very fake.

i don't disagree with this fact.

i'm not someone whom shows much expression on my face.

whether i like it or not, everything is kept to myself.

to people, they think that sometimes being straightforward to everyone is the best.

to me, i feel that it is my privacy.

it is not neccessary for me to comment on some things or to speak my mind out.

i think it's because of the environment i grow up in.

what i viewed of my own life is "at least i manage to survive it, so it doesn't matter to me much how harsh some people think of it."

firstly, let me put it straight across.

it is never a sympathy session.

i've mentioned. if you ask, i will say.

but i don't need sympathy.

because i think, i may be leading a better life than you do now (not out of arrogance)

but because it was what happened that carves the current me.

i know perfectly what i want, who i am now.

and hence, i don't need people to change my current principles when there isn't a need.

i am simple.

i don't need people to tell me "you should open up on this and that". (other than work-related)

when i say no, i mean no.

i don't need to state a reason to it.

but that doesn't mean i don't have a reason to it.

i just hate saying it.

and i hate being reminded of the past.

as said, it is the PAST.

it doesn't have to be mentioned again.

or be constantly repeated to me.

i know my past very well.

much better than you,

so thank you.

i don't need your reminder.

and so yup.

i don't think i am anyhow fake.

just because i don't talk about myself.

i don't need a biography to be published on me.

=)

and i think some things if i want it to be kept private,

please RESPECT my decision.

thank you.

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