Rabbit Heart
Here I am, a rabbit-hearted girl... - Florence+ The Machine.
Still fighting, still struggling, still attempting to be two people at the same time. It's a very weird process. There's the side of me that feels authentically like one thing, and the side of me that has been molded into something else. I sometimes want to throw up from the confusion. I start feeling so powerless and stuck in my predicament that my body becomes inflamed and produces hives. I'm writing songs, most of them in English. It's an escape for me, I fee like I can be myself in English and I can't be myself in Spanish. Why? Because the country that views me as a rising pop star is like an extension of my parents, merely expecting me to fulfill a role, not actually allowing me to develop and become whatever creature I'm meant to become. There is a hole, and I have to fill it and I need to fit the requirements and it's like an audition. It's not like I can just be who I am and carve my own place, no, that's not how it works here. I'm just standing trying to prove myself, they're just waiting for me to prove their suspicions wrong. What if I don't give a damn?
Still fighting, still struggling, still attempting to be two people at the same time. It's a very weird process. There's the side of me that feels authentically like one thing, and the side of me that has been molded into something else. I sometimes want to throw up from the confusion. I start feeling so powerless and stuck in my predicament that my body becomes inflamed and produces hives. I'm writing songs, most of them in English. It's an escape for me, I fee like I can be myself in English and I can't be myself in Spanish. Why? Because the country that views me as a rising pop star is like an extension of my parents, merely expecting me to fulfill a role, not actually allowing me to develop and become whatever creature I'm meant to become. There is a hole, and I have to fill it and I need to fit the requirements and it's like an audition. It's not like I can just be who I am and carve my own place, no, that's not how it works here. I'm just standing trying to prove myself, they're just waiting for me to prove their suspicions wrong. What if I don't give a damn?
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