Days like this I don’t know what to do with myself
And there’s too much going on
But it’s calm under the waves, in the blue of my oblivion
Under the waves, in the blue of my oblivion
Is that why they call me a sullen girl--sullen girl?
Those are lyrics to a song called "Sullen Girl" by Fiona Apple. She's actually talking about a rape that occured when she was twelve. I find it fitting. Same for the graphic. Doesn't it look peaceful? Relaxing? [For the record, I've been to that exact beach.] It isn't. That's how self-mutilation is. It sounds okay. But then there's the lies. The hiding. Here are the complete lyrics to the song:
Days like this, I don't know what to do with myself
And there's too much going on
Is that why they call me a sullen girl -- sullen girl
And there's too much going on
...born beneath an angry star
On and on the rain will fall
That's from a Sting song called "Fragile." I believe I was born under an angry star. Here are the complete lyrics:
Perhaps this final act was meant
On and on the rain will fall
On and on the rain will fall
All day -- and all night
I wander the halls along the walls and under my breath
I say to myself
I need fuel -- to take flight
But it's calm under the waves, in the blue of my oblivion
They don't know I used to sail the deep and tranquil sea
But he washed me shore and he took my pearl
And left an empty shell of me
But it's calm under the waves, in the blue of my oblivion
Under the waves, in the blue of my oblivion
Under the waves, in the blue of my oblivion
It's calm under the waves, in the blue of my oblivion
Lest we forget how fragile we are
Like tears from the star, like tears from the star
On and on the rain will fall
Like tears from the star, like tears from the star
If blood will flow when flesh and steel are one
Drying in the colour of the evening sun
Tomorrow's rain will wash the stains away
But something in our minds will always stay
To clinch a lifetime's argument
That nothing comes from violence and nothing ever could
For all those born beneath an angry star
Lest we forget how fragile we are
Like tears from a star, like tears from a star
On and on the rain will say
How fragile we are, how fragile we are
Like tears from a star, like tears from a star
On and on the rain will say
How fragile we are, how fragile we are
How fragile we are, how fragile we are