the shit my mother hated

What is it about men?- Amy winehouse.

Understand once he was a family man
So surely I would never, ever go through it first hand
Emulate all the shit my mother hated
I can't help but demostrate my Freudian fate
My alibi for taking your guy
History repeats itself, it fails to die
And animal agression is my downfall
I don't care 'bout what you got I wanted all

It's bricked up in my head, it's shoved under my bed
And I question myself again: what is it 'bout men?
My destructive side has grown a mile wide
And I question myself again: what is it 'bout men?

I'm nurturing, I just wanna do my thing
And I'll take the wrong man as naturally as I sing
And I'll save my tears for uncovering my fears
For behavioural patters that stick over the years

It's bricked up in my head, it's shoved under my bed
And I question myself again: what is it 'bout men?
My destructive side has grown a mile wide
And I question myself again: what is it 'bout men?

i was listening to this song today when i thought how it happens to all of us. somewhere along the way you find yourself doing the things you never thought you'd do. what got us here? is it really bricked up in our heads? are you destined to be bad? doesn't a villain get a second chance? I find this very depressing.

when we were young they'd read us stories with a good guy fighting a bad guy where eventually the good guy always won. never have i thought that'd grow up to be the bad guy. and the worst part is : i don't get to do the evil laugh.