A/N: the first time I heard this song, I knew it was fic-worthy. Something about the lyrics just made me want to write it. So now that I've finally gotten around to actually writing it, I'm satisfied with it. =D. please R&R and tell me what you think!
Disclaimer: just put it this way. I own nothing. Smile Empty Soul owns Silhouettes, and Disney/ the real guy owns…well…the main character. Its not like it some shocking person, I just like to keep things a secret until the end. don't know why.
silhouettes above the cradle hold me down
they won't let me go the wrong way
my mother taught me all the fables, told me how
in the end all the sinners have to pay
but...
I remember when I was little. My mother used to read and sing to me every night. She would tell me stories about how good always prevailed and bad always failed. She never cursed, even when she needed to stick up for herself. She was terrified to go to hell or to anger someone.
I don't wanna live like my mother
I don't wanna let fear rule my life
and I don't wanna live like my father
I don't wanna give up before I die
I don't want to end up like them. I want to be brave and strong. that's why I try so hard to make myself big. To make people respect me. Nobody ever respected my parents, but they're going to respect me.
he worked so hard his bones are breaking
he wore them down but long ago he lost the feeling
his good intentions leave me shaking, show me how
I don't ever want to end up like he did
and...
My father was different. He worked in a mine, breaking his back everyday just to make someone else rich. He worked as hard as he could everyday, and when he came home, he could barely walk without being hunched over. He had been doing the job for so long, he had virtually become numb to the pain though.
I don't wanna live like my mother
I don't wanna let fear rule my life
and I don't wanna live like my father
I don't wanna give up before I die
I don't know how they lived their whole life like that. My mother being very pious and meek, and my father being a faceless laborer. When we were at home, they seemed happy enough. But some nights I would hear my mother crying in her room after she had put me to bed. I would always feel so guilty. I was ignorantly happy, while my parents were in so much pain all the time.
when I have kids
I won't put any chains on their wrists, I won't
I'll tell them this
there's nothing in this world that you can't be if you want it enough
I'll try not to do that to my kids. I don't want them to feel guilty like I did. I promise to be brave and strong. Even if its not just for myself or my kids, it will be for my parents. They would have felt like they had taught me something. And now, even though they have both died, I still feel I owe everything to them. I feel no resentment towards them, I just don't want to live my life as miserably as they lived theirs. I remember the last thing my mother said to me before she died. She said,
"Evan Conlon, don't you ever do anything bad. Always be good. Meet me in heaven when you get there."
I don't wanna live like my mother
I don't wanna let fear rule my life
and I don't wanna live like my father
I don't wanna give up before I die
I will be strong. I'll never give up. Not ever.
