Mit liv er et soundtrack II

Jeg sidder og fifler med at skrive om min barndom.
Og sjovt nok er det altid 'this used to be my playground' af Madonna der dukker op i mit hoved.
Totalt ironisk eftersom det absolut ikke var sådan min barndom var. Men sangen har den følelse af noget der er slut og aldrig bliver igen som jeg føler. Og så den triste følelse jeg har fordi jeg aldrig havde et sted jeg følte var min playground.

"This Used To Be My Playground"

This used to be my playground (used to be)

This used to be my childhood dream

This used to be the place I ran to

Whenever I was in need

Of a friend

Why did it have to end

And why do they always say

Don't look back

Keep your head held high

Don't ask them why

Because life is short

And before you know

You're feeling old

And your heart is breaking

Don't hold on to the past

Well that's too much to ask

Live and learn

Well the years they flew

And we never knew

We were foolish then

We would never tire

And that little fire

Is still alive in me

It will never go away

Can't say goodbye to yesterday (can't say goodbye)

No regrets

But I wish that you

Were here with me

Well then there's hope yet

I can see your face

In our secret place

You're not just a memory

Say goodbye to yesterday (the dream)

Those are words I'll never say (I'll never say)

This used to be my playground (used to be)

This used to be our pride and joy

This used to be the place we ran to

That no one in the world could dare destroy