someday i'll be living in a big old city

Er zijn van die mensen en die verneuken gewoon je humeur, en dan heb je zoiets van FUCKINGTERINGSHITSGKJSLGKUT. En die mensen zullen er altijd zijn. Dus je kunt je fuckingteringshitsgkjslkut voelen zoveel je wilt, maar ze zullen je dag altijd verpesten.
Gelukkig bestaan er ook nog geweldige mensen, geweldige gebeurtenissen en geweldige liedjes.
Zo geweldig dat je beseft dat je zoveel meer bent dan alleen FUCKINGTERINGSHITSGKJSLGKUT.

En dit liedje is absoluut zo'n geweldig iets. Het is ontzettend country, en je moet daar maar van houden. Maar de tekst is zooo mooi. Het vertelt je gewoon DE waarheid en ja, dat is de moeite waard om te luisteren.
Let ook goed op de videoclip, echt zo eentje waarvan je denkt: woah!

Dus al die mensen die je zomaar bestoken met kutopmerkingen? all they're ever gonna be is mean.

Taylor Swift - Mean

You, with your words like knives and swords and weapons that you use against me
You have knocked me off my feet again got me feeling like I'm nothing
You, with your voice like nails on a chalkboard, calling me out when I'm wounded
You, pickin' on the weaker man

Well, you can take me down with just one single blow
But you don't know what you don't know

Someday I'll be living in a big old city
And all you're ever gonna be is mean
Someday I'll be big enough so you can't hit me
And all you're ever gonna be is mean

Why you gotta be so mean?

You, with your switching sides and your walk-by lies and your humiliation
You, have pointed out my flaws again as if I don't already see them
I'll walk with my head down trying to block you out 'cause I'll never impress you
I just wanna feel okay again

I'll bet you got pushed around, somebody made you cold
But the cycle ends right now 'cause you can't lead me down that road
And you don't know what you don't know

Someday I'll be living in a big old city
And all you're ever gonna be is mean
Someday I'll be big enough so you can't hit me
And all you're ever gonna be is mean

Why you gotta be so mean?

And I can see you years from now in a bar, talking over a football game
With that same big loud opinion but nobody's listening
Washed up and ranting about the same old bitter things
Drunk and grumbling on about how I can't sing

But all you are is mean
All you are is mean and a liar and pathetic and alone in life
And mean, and mean, and mean, and mean

But someday I'll be living in a big old city
And all you're ever gonna be is mean, yeah
Someday, I'll be big enough so you can't hit me
And all you're ever gonna be is mean

Why you gotta be so mean?

Someday, I'll be, living in a big old city
(Why you gotta be so mean?)
And all you're ever gonna be is mean
(Why you gotta be so mean?)
Someday, I'll be big enough so you can't hit me
(Why you gotta be so mean?)
And all you're ever gonna be is mean

Why you gotta be so mean?