My name is Luka - Suzanne Vega

I've been listening to this song and crying for some time. It reminds me of my own fucking psycho parents. Real good medicine.

Most of my childhood memories are horrible. If you ask me what I remember of my childhood then almost every fucking thing is something totally horrifying and unbelievable and tragic and confusing. It's horrifying to the extent that it's completely comical. Just plain insane.

But it's so good to cry. I'm sometimes so sad that I forget I'm sad. Because "it's no use" to be sad. You won't "survive" and all those other highly "useful" things when you're sad.

But if you're sad too long without crying, then nothing feels like anything anymore. There is no surviving or life without sorrow. So let's have some Suzanne Vega.

My name is Luka
I live on the second floor
I live upstairs from you
Yes i think you've seen me before
If you hear something late at night
Some kind of trouble, some kind of fight

Just don't ask me what it was (3x)

I think it's 'cause i'm clumsy
I try not to talk too loud
Maybe it's because i'm crazy
I try not to act too proud
They only hit until you cry
And after that you don't ask why

You just don't argue anymore (3x)

Yes i think i'm okay
I walked into the door again
If you ask that's what i'll say
And it's not your business anyway
I guess i'd like to be alone
With nothing broken, nothing thrown

Just don't ask me how i am (3x)

My name is Luka
I live on the second floor
I live upstairs from you
Yes i think you've seen me before
If you hear something late at night
Some kind of trouble, some kind of fight

Just don't ask me what it was(3x)

They only hit until you cry
And after that you don't ask why

You just don't argue anymore (3x)