Healing From Complex Trauma & PTSD/CPTSD

A journey to healing from complex trauma.

“Looking for love, in all the wrong places” “I’m on my own again”

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A song that honestly expresses depression. Lana Del Rey’s work, is very honest. Love her or hate her, her music and lyrics are some the most honest out there. Reflecting life’s real issues.

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Author: Healing From Complex Trauma & PTSD/CPTSD

I am a survivor of complex and multiple trauma and abuse, who at the age of 40, began my healing journey. I am using my journey to recovery and healing, to help others, to help survivors feel less alone, validated, encouraged and to enable others to understand themselves more. Complex trauma, particularly from severe, prolonged childhood abuse, is profoundly life changing. Complex trauma produces complex adults. The journey to recovery is a painful, often lonely, emotional daily challenge and it is my aim to encourage others in their daily battle. ~ Lilly Hope Lucario

5 thoughts on ““Looking for love, in all the wrong places” “I’m on my own again”

  1. Give me all, got my blue nail polish on
    It’s my favorite color and my favorite tone of song
    I don’t really wanna break up, we got it going on
    It’s what you gathered from my talk, but you were wrong

    It’s not easy for me to talk about
    A half-life in lost dreams
    And it’s not simple, it’s trigonometry
    It’s hard to express
    I can’t explain

    Ever since my baby went away
    It’s been the blackest day, it’s been the blackest day
    All I hear is Billie Holiday
    It’s all that I play
    It’s all that I play

    Because I’m going deeper and deeper
    Harder and harder
    Getting darker and darker
    Looking for love
    In all the wrong places
    Oh my God
    In all the wrong places
    Oh my God

    Carry me home, got my new car and my gun
    Wind in my hair, holding your hand, listen to a song
    Carry me home, don’t wanna talk about the things to come
    Just put your hands up in the air, the radio on
    Cause there’s nothing for us to talk about
    Like the future and those things
    Cause there’s nothing for me to think about
    Now that he’s gone, I can’t feel nothing

    Ever since my baby went away
    It’s been the blackest day, it’s been the blackest day
    All I hear is Billie Holiday
    It’s all that I play
    It’s all that I play

    Because I’m going deeper and deeper
    Harder and harder
    Getting darker and darker
    Looking for love
    In all the wrong places
    Oh my God
    In all the wrong places
    Oh my God

    You should’ve known better
    Than to have to let her
    Get you under her spell of the weather
    I got you where I want you
    You’re deader than ever
    And falling for forever
    I’m playing that game since
    I got you where I want you
    I got you, I got you
    I got you where I want you now

    Ever since my baby went away
    It’s been the blackest day, it’s been the blackest day
    All I hear is Billie Holiday
    It’s all that I play
    It’s all that I play

    It’s not one of those phases I’m going through
    Or just a song, it’s not one of them
    I’m on my own
    On my own
    On my own again
    I’m on my own again
    I’m on my own again
    I’m on my own again

  2. Hello. That’s me still looking for love!

  3. Miss you Lilly. My husband is tracking all I try to write or do. I feel he thinks because he is doing things I am as well. And you already know I’m so not. I wish I could be a bird a fly far, far away. HUGS!

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