Mini-critique N°172

Paroles :

You tell me it gets better, it gets better in time

You say I'll pull myself together, pull it together

You'll be fine

Tell me what the hell do you know

What do you know

Tell me how the hell could you know

How could you know

'Til it happens to you, you don't know

How it feels

How it feels

'Til it happens to you, you won't know

It won't be real

No it won't be real

Won't know how it feels

You tell me hold your head up

Hold your head up and be strong

'Cause when you fall, you gotta get up

You gotta get up and move on

Tell me, how the hell could you talk

How could you talk?

'Cause until you walk where I walk

It's just all talk

'Til it happens to you, you don't know

How it feels

How it feels

'Til it happens to you, you won't know

It won't be real (how could you know?)

No it won't be real (how could you know?)

Won't know how I feel

'Til your world burns and crashes

'Til you're at the end, the end of your rope

'Til you're standing in my shoes, I don't wanna hear nothing from you

From you, from you, 'cause you don't know

'Til it happens to you, you don't know

How I feel

How I feel

How I feel

'Til it happens to you, you won't know

It won't be real (how could you know?)

No it won't be real (how could you know?)

Won't know how it feels

'Til it happens to you, happens to you

Happens to you

Happens to you, happens to you

Happens to you (how could you know?)

'Til it happens to you, you won't know how I feel

Critique :

La chanteuse dénonce les agressions sexuelles, notamment celles au sein des campus universitaires.