I apologise for the long hiatus. I've been away for a while, but I'm back now with this song. And with the ACMs recap.
I'll start with the latter. As usual, the show took place in Las Vegas, so that was exciting, although unlike normally (or unlike my memory, because it may happen yearly...), the show was split between two arenas, so the performances switched from one to the other. It was hosted by Reba McEntire (as usual), and Blake Shelton, and their dynamic was hilarious. I particularly enjoyed their opening monologue, in which they swore they would not tease any "easy target" celebrities, such as Miley Cyrus and Charlie Sheen. [FINISH ACMs RECAP]
Now, onto this song.
I honestly thought that I had already posted it, way earlier. Especially since I finished it in November, around the same time as I wrote "This Song's For You." But I guess I never got around to it, until now.
Hurray.
A few things happened that same week that Pat Burns died, and none of it really turned out my way. Between losing, and the Devils' lack of luster, and too much work, and not enough sleep, I was feeling really beat and run-down. So, as I was sitting in my sociology class bored out of my mind and worried that the thing which I most dreaded would indeed come to pass (it did, that Friday), I set pen to paper and out flowed this song. It has a melody (similar, a bit, to Carrie Underwood's "Undo It," though with its own flair), and it illustrates my changing moods and my passing from anger to sorrow to bitterness to despair to self-pity and right on back to anger again.
Short End of The Stick
(failure)
(unwanted)
(outcast)
(loser)
It's just politics, nothing personal, or so they say
and I'm getting good at being chosen last
I was told it wouldn't be this way
but now that hope is fading fast
PRE-CHORUS:
this isn't fair, I'm screaming out loud
I wanna get there, don't stop me now
CHORUS:
I'm so sick of the short end of the stick
and this bitter taste in my mouth
for once I wanna know what it feels like to win
but I guess that'll never work out
I'm torn between hating myself and hating you
but there's no reason for me to have to choose
forgive me if I'm not happy, but I have dreams, too
and I'd like to think I'd get them based on merit
the system is flawed, babe, ain't that the truth
but I don't deserve treatment like this
PRE-CHORUS:
this isn't fair, I'm screaming out loud
I wanna get there, don't stop me now
CHORUS:
I'm so sick of the short end of the stick
and this bitter taste in my mouth
for once I wanna know what it feels like to win
but I guess that'll never work out
I'm torn between hating myself and hating you
but there's no reason for me to have to choose
BRIDGE:
now I'm thoroughly bruised, with not much to lose anymore
because I didn't have much to begin with
I've never felt good enough, always filled with doubts I can't get rid of
and they're getting louder by the minute, oh
CHORUS:
I'm so sick of the short end of the stick
and this bitter taste in my mouth
for once I wanna know what it feels like to win
but I guess that'll never work out
I'm torn between hating myself and hating you
but there's no reason for me to have to choose
no, I don't see why I have to choose...the short end of the stick
and this bitter taste in my mouth
for once I wanna know what it feels like to win
but I guess that'll never work out...
it's just politics, nothing personal, or so they say
and I'm getting good at being chosen last
I was told it wouldn't be this way,
but now that hope is fading fast...
I have two confessions to make. One is that, as I was typing this, I changed the chorus around; I deleted the two last lines that I had written in my notebook, and changed them with the sentence that you see there. It makes infinitely more sense, and is not out of place in the least. Will I tell you what the original was? No. The second confession is much less a confession as it is merely a statement. I have a personal Twitter account, and the week I wrote this song (also the same week that Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, Part 1 came out and I went to the midnight premiere), that Friday, I tweeted this: "Well, it hasn't exactly been the best week for me, but it could have been far worse. I'm still alive..." The thing I was referring to in the "could have been far worse" portion was that which came to pass that same day. Unfortunate.
Much love, and thank you for the musik!
Just Another Ordinary Girl
So we've been outnumbered, raided, and now cornered / it's hard to fight when the fight ain't fair.
