There are times when you know it’s best not to speak, and that speaking at those times will result in people getting hurt, even if what you are saying is entirely true and factual and actually happened. There are times when speaking such truth, even when it’s demanded of you, even when the perpetrators of such atrocities are begging you to speak about their own actions, will only ever end with you getting hurt. When this happens repeatedly and consistently over the course of decades, it’s impossible not to think at least part of it is diabolically intended to fuck with your mind.
I don’t wanna hear
I don’t wanna know
Please don’t say you’re sorry
I’ve heard it all before
And I can take care of myself
I don’t wanna hear
I don’t wanna know
Please don’t say “Forgive me”
I’ve seen it all before
And I can’t take it anymore
At such moments, I find it best to let Madonna speak for me, in the same way I’d play certain songs in the car when my parents would drive me somewhere ~ a vain attempt to get them to hear my silent cries for help. And sometimes, even when the cries were made directly to them beneath tear-stained desperation, they looked at me, pretended to hear, and moved on, unmoved.
I’ve heard it all before, I’ve heard it all before
I’ve heard it all before, I’ve heard it all before
This song has already been featured in a Madonna Timeline here, but it’s such a banger that it works on a multitude of levels, going beyond some jilted romantic endeavor into something far more powerful and universal. A bit more sinister too, when one thinks of all the wrongs that a family can inflict over the years, over and over and over…
I’ve heard it all before, I’ve heard it all before
I’ve heard it all before, I’ve heard it all before
