Bad thoughts to the trash goes

Bad thoughts to the trash goes – Written for SIA.

Bad thoughts to the trash goes
To the trash goes, to the trash goes.

It’s not just late at night when happiness goes out of sight
Everything the naked eye sees is a trigger for the bad thoughts to become massively bigger.

A little girl walking down the street, starting to cross the road, a truck is rolling in the opposite direction and my mind automatically starts the action:
It’s not just a random kid it’s my little girl and the truck driver is drunk, he heets her as hard as he possibly can.
Now I’m at the hospital waiting outside the emergency room knowing that every moment my life can become sad and groom…

Suddenly you’re touching me and wakes me up from my sadness madness
Asks me where me and my thoughts have been and automatically causes relaxation.
Now I’m in the present knowing that nothing happened and everything is fine,
thank you for this supportive costume of yours and the fact that you are mine.

We’re in a soccer match, screaming, excited and thrilled, but look, in front of us on the opposite side the crowd becomes violent and loud.
I can see my son and husband standing there, smoke bombs are activated and a physical fight starts, violence and blood are all around, they are trapped and there is no way out…

Thank you for being by my side in every mood and in every way
I worry about you so much, I hope that the pass of health will never leave you astray.
Don’t suddenly get sick and it turns out that you have a serious illness and in the end you will die, leaving me alone with a fatherless child full of sadness and bitterness and…

Now you’re touching me and wakes me up from my sadness madness
” remember what the password says?”
” bad thoughts to the trash goes, to the trash goes, to the trash goes”.

Now I’m in the present knowing that nothing happened and everything is fine, thank you for this supportive custom of yours and the fact that you are mine.

Behind the song:

This is probably, or to be more honest, definitely my most exposed song.
A day will come and I will reveal my identity, when thet time will come, what will surprise people who know me the most will be that song.

I’m very happy and positive person, I think that except my husband no one knows about this, no one knows that sometimes even I can imagine horrible things and honestly (yes, this word is about to repeat itself many times in this segment) I believe that the fact that I’m imagining things in such a horrible way is a balance to the fact that I’m very optimistic.

I just believe it’s part of the checks and balances in life. It is very reasonable (to me) that I’m imagining thos things, it’s just that I know it’s a normal prosess and I know to snap myself out of it and sometimes I need an outside help like my husband. I got to admit I don’t think it’s wrong or weird, nor do I think I’m the only one who does that, it’s just that I believe that the fact that I embrace it gives me the ability to control it and that’s it’s okay and it’s very reasonable to think very bad things when in the real life very bad things are happening. Sometimes with no logical reason. The fact that I’m acknowledging this process make it so it doesn’t affect me.

I’m not definitely sure what my point is here, what is it that I’m trying to say, or write, or convey?
I guess that in this crazy days and in this crazy world it makes sense to imagine crazy thing. However please find a way to control it so that you won’t be miserable, it is not a shame to say you have bad thoughts you can’t control and ask for help.

Yours trolly,

MRS. songup