Friday, February 06, 2009

Not A Superwoman

As I always quote George Sands, "There's only one happiness in life..."

Life is unpredictable and intuition has proven to be more than just a pre-menstrual syndrome. Silence is painful but necessary. Life is complex and unfathomable. Drive is the going and the inertia. Rollercoaster ride is not a selected game in the amusement park. Pause is to rest and recollect.

Many a times, we question ourselves "what do we really want"? And more often, we find that we may not have an answer that is the answer. Trials forms the process, the process forms the ride and the ride takes you there, or not.

Is happiness how we perceive or do we have a formula? Can we gauge happiness by the smiles or the trials? How many times have we say, "if only I did or did not do certain things" and regret becomes part of the baggage. Baggage aren't meant to be permanent, or will they grow onto you? Can we all pick up and walk? We're still human.

The desire to be a super person keeps the lazy bone moving. And the love for another keeps the mind going. Not everyone is Clark Kent and even Clark Kent can be paralysed.

I wish but I'm not... A Superwoman...

Early in the morning I put breakfast at your table
一夜都没睡但我 不曾如此清醒
我早餐准备了你 爱吃的东西
这次换我等你被咖啡 的香味叫醒
想要找回每天早晨 对我微笑着的你
还能够 做些什么代替我的歉意
总是望着我 小心翼翼 顺着我呼吸
而我竟然理所当然 让你精疲力尽

You were my superwoman
安静的在身边 无条件给我 梦寐以求的温柔
But I am only human
我怎么不懂你多寂寞 残忍的犯了错
不能失去你

You fought your way through the rush hour
Try to make it home just for me
月光下静静靠着彼此 只求夜长一点
有多久没有好好看你 只是认定了我
无论在什么时候回头 都有你的笑容
是我忽略了你也会有 想要哭的感觉
没有一种付出应该永远心甘情愿
再给被宠坏的男人最后一次机会
换我忍耐换我等待 不要真的弃权

You were my superwoman
安静的在身边 无条件给我 梦寐以求的温柔
But I am only human
我怎么不懂你多寂寞 残忍的犯了错
不能失去你 Ooh—Babe---

是我把爱想得太简单
以为只要我存在就能让你取暖
心里唯一的superwoman没有人能代替
不能想像更不能原谅这样让爱化成 灰烬

You were my superwoman
安静的在身边 无条件给我 梦寐以求的温柔
But I am only human
我怎么不懂你多寂寞 残忍的犯了错
不能失去你

One can only make a difference if it's perceived that a difference is being made or was made. Making a difference is not a forte one can master. All you can is to surrender yourself, do your best and leave the rest to life to arrange into place. There's only so much one can do...

And Karyn White sang in the same tune...

Early in the morning
I put breakfast at your table
And make sure that your coffee
Has its sugar and cream

Your eggs are over easy
Your toast done lightly
All that's missing is your morning kiss
That used to greet me

Now you say the juice is sour
It used to be so sweet
And I can't help but to wonder
If you're talking 'bout me

We don't talk the way we used to talk
It's hurtin' so deep
I've got my pride, I will not cry
But it's makin' me weak

I'm not your superwoman
I'm not the kind of girl that you can let down
And think that everything's okay
Boy, I am only human
This girl needs more than occasional
Hugs as a token of love from you to me

I fought my way through the rush hour
Trying to make it home just for you
I want to make sure that your dinner
Will be waiting for you

But when you get there you just tell me
You're not hungry at all
You said you'd rather read the paper
And you don't want to talk

You like to think that I'm just crazy
When I say that you changed
I'm convinced I know the problem
You don't love me the same

You're just going through the motions
And you're not being fair
I've got my pride, I will not cry
Still I can't help but care

I'm not your superwoman
I'm not the kind of girl that you can let down
And think that everything's okay
Boy, I am only human (I'm only human)
This girl needs more than occasional
Hugs as a token of love from you to me

Oh, baby, look into the corners of your mind
I'll always be there for you through good and bad times
But I can't be that superwoman that you want me to be
I'll give my everlasting love if you'll return love to me

I'm not your superwoman.

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

Interesting point of view of yours to quote.

"Not everyone is Clark Kent and even Clark Kent can be paralysed."

Hang in there buddy. There is a light at the end of every tunnel.

Blessed.

BlackCookie said...

If you are who I think you are, my blessed buddy, it was a good bowl of chin chow you treated me good. Let's just hope the light at the end of the tunnel doesn't come from an oncoming train.

Ivan said...

*fart