Young Writers Society

I see you looking at me, as in 'Mother/Father looking at me...
Puzzled. I know.
I’m not surprised, I’ve seen that look before.
Pray tell me what do you see?
Smeared make-up and racoon eyes,
Yes I have lost my mind.
Ya soshla s uma.

I just want to be free,
Without this smothering misery.
Maybe I’ve crossed the line,
Was there even a line to cross?
I don’t remember.
Yes I have lost my mind.
Gomenasai.

Wheezing from the running
But how could I have been? Where could I have gone?
Because all this while I’ve been standing still.
And if I'm begging for assistance it's only because
I feel thoroughly lost.
I’m racking my mind, wondering how
I keep closing my eyes
But I can’t shut her out.
She seems to float on the surface of my lids,
She’s here and she haunts
Every crevice in my dreams.
And inside she taunts the exterior of my crust.
I want to go, get away from it all
Soar to a place where it’s only me, just me.
Nobody else so I can be free 'nobody else, so we can be free...'
Yes I have lost my mind
Gomenasai
Ya soshla s uma.

I like this stanza a lot! Maybe because it doesn't contain too much of Tatu's lyrics. But mostly because of the emotion your narrator brings out. Her tone and voice are just so... bone-chilling. That's it, yeah. They're kind of freaky. Love it. I especially love how we are left wondering who 'she' is (as in the 'she' the narrator is referring to).

I'm feeling so small, so confronted and dashed
Maybe I’m at fault but I hate her so much
I just want to jet away
Somewhere the sea and rain
Can wash away all my pain.
And when they stop to stare
I won’t have a care
I’ll just try to pretend, just fail to recall
But it's driving me mad,
I am going insane.
Gomenasai.
Ya soshla s uma.

Mother dearest look at me You're a really smart kid, huh? Haha you turned it from 'Mother, looking at me...' to this. but that's okay.
Tell me what do you see?
The same little girl you held? The same baby you cradled?
Is she there? In my eyes is she there?
Father look at me same goes here.
Will I ever be free?
From this thing? This person taking control of me?
They’ve locked me up,
And thrown away the key.
And in this strait jacket my arms are held,
Will I ever be free?
It’s all her fault,
Don’t you see? It was her, not me!
And I scream and I struggle but it is no use
I can never be me again, she again
Has won. And they think she is me.
They tell me I have lost my mind but I haven’t
I haven’t, I swear!!
Disbelief pools their eyes, and there’s nothing else to say
I whisper
“Gomenasai, ya soshla s uma” Wow, two different languages in one sentence!
As they walk away.