Did I upset you
when I told you how I felt?
Did it hurt
when I spoke my truth?
Did you wonder
where it came from
or why I hadn’t said anything
before?
The wounds of our life
can fade
and even though they scar
they eventually cease to hurt
But this new pain …
New, and yet so old
one you never thought to feel
again
Oh, this pain
for me
will last.
There was a boy, once;
alone,
and scared,
and filled with the blackest thoughts
of life and death
and love.
The boy cried,
and bled his veins,
and scarred his skin forever
because he thought he knew love.
But love cannot last
(or can it?)
And the boy grew into a man
in all ways but one:
deep, down inside he remained a boy,
filled with the blackest thoughts
of life and death and love.
The world saw only the man
and couldn’t understand
when he huddled on the ground,
trembling—
screaming—
crying.
The boy, fighting to get out.
So they helped him,
coaxed him,
taught him to be a man—
the man they wanted him to be—
when all he wanted,
the boy deep down,
was love.
And now the man trembles,
and screams,
and cries all over again
Because,
as it turns out,
love lasts forever.
I love Depeche Mode. In particular I love their sad songs, and for me there is none sadder than Blasphemous Rumours, from 1984.
I don’t want to start any blasphemous rumours
But I think that God’s got a sick sense of humour
And when I die, I expect to find him laughing
If you listen to the whole song through, it’s a story of sadness, regret, irony and tragedy. A girl tries to girl herself, fails, and then finds redemption only to be hit by a car and killed.
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