This is the seconde 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 favori to least favori 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. toi wouldn't be unkind. Who are we fooling, anything's not fine. toi 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 montrer it. The only reason I know is he tenses up every time I ask what was she like ou 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 musique 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. toi do this to try to protect me from pain, but you’re the one causing my pain and tears ever since toi 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! toi mold me like I'm just your work of art. What a great head start. toi a volé, étole from a child's heart
I look over to my calendar and see I have only 20 plus days until I leave for Alfea. I cry because I might act tough, but underneath the surface I am just searching for a relationship ou 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 ou 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 jour 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. toi set rules that I want to break so bad, and toi 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 toi only think of her death and toi don’t see me anymore I am just an image displayed on your glass eyes. I’m not even recognized par toi anymore, and maybe if toi cared I wouldn’t feel this way anymore. I just wish toi 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! toi mold me like I'm just your work of art. What a great head start. toi a volé, étole 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 toi saw me cry toi just laugh. I was even sadder after that, and it caused me to cry locked up in my room all alone. As toi shape me the way toi 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 seconde count. I'm not your work of art. What a great head start. toi a volé, étole from a child
I look back and think seconde chances are overrated because I gave toi a seconde chance and toi disregarded as nothing. Now everyone only gets one shot because in the real world toi only have one chance to make it ou break, and in my eyes toi broke it plus specifically toi broke my heart. From the jour mom died toi were vacant. toi were there for me physically, but so was an empty chair. I needed someone there for me emotionally and mentally but when toi weren’t it took away from a child’s heart. That child’s cœur, coeur 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. toi mold me like I'm just your work of art. What a great head start. toi a volé, étole from a child's heart. Yeah, toi a volé, étole 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, toi laugh and that only makes it hurt plus and leave a bigger scar on my heart. I shake my head every time I hear a clinging of glass followed par a slamming door because toi are allowed to be sorry for yourself, but I can’t for me. It’s nice to see toi follow the your own rules toi set.
Mmm-mmm. toi wouldn't mess with a child's mind. toi 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 cœur, coeur 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 plus days now toi 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. toi wouldn't be unkind. Who are we fooling, anything's not fine. toi 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 montrer it. The only reason I know is he tenses up every time I ask what was she like ou 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 musique 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. toi do this to try to protect me from pain, but you’re the one causing my pain and tears ever since toi 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! toi mold me like I'm just your work of art. What a great head start. toi a volé, étole from a child's heart
I look over to my calendar and see I have only 20 plus days until I leave for Alfea. I cry because I might act tough, but underneath the surface I am just searching for a relationship ou 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 ou 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 jour 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. toi set rules that I want to break so bad, and toi 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 toi only think of her death and toi don’t see me anymore I am just an image displayed on your glass eyes. I’m not even recognized par toi anymore, and maybe if toi cared I wouldn’t feel this way anymore. I just wish toi 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! toi mold me like I'm just your work of art. What a great head start. toi a volé, étole 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 toi saw me cry toi just laugh. I was even sadder after that, and it caused me to cry locked up in my room all alone. As toi shape me the way toi 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 seconde count. I'm not your work of art. What a great head start. toi a volé, étole from a child
I look back and think seconde chances are overrated because I gave toi a seconde chance and toi disregarded as nothing. Now everyone only gets one shot because in the real world toi only have one chance to make it ou break, and in my eyes toi broke it plus specifically toi broke my heart. From the jour mom died toi were vacant. toi were there for me physically, but so was an empty chair. I needed someone there for me emotionally and mentally but when toi weren’t it took away from a child’s heart. That child’s cœur, coeur 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. toi mold me like I'm just your work of art. What a great head start. toi a volé, étole from a child's heart. Yeah, toi a volé, étole 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, toi laugh and that only makes it hurt plus and leave a bigger scar on my heart. I shake my head every time I hear a clinging of glass followed par a slamming door because toi are allowed to be sorry for yourself, but I can’t for me. It’s nice to see toi follow the your own rules toi set.
Mmm-mmm. toi wouldn't mess with a child's mind. toi 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 cœur, coeur 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 plus days now toi 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.
