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My Child by Maya Isacowitz

My Child

Song by Maya Isacowitz

All of the Miles
Album
All of the Miles

Mood

Uplifting
Angry
Dramatic
Serious
Carefree
Groovy
Hopeful

Instrument

Vocal
Keys
Electric Guitar
Claps & Snaps
Percussion
Acoustic Guitar
Acoustic Drums

Video Theme

Lifestyle
Fashion
Road Trip
Slow Motion
Time-Lapse
Drone Shots
Landscape

Genre

Folk
Blues
Singer-Songwriter
Indie

BPM

117
My mamma told me I should beware
I'll tell ya a story about mean people
Who take use of innocent girls
Don't mean to scare you but be careful
Maybe think twice before you walk alone
Call somebody to take you home
Look over your shoulder when you go that way
This world might take you to a bad bad place

Remember you told me things your mamma said
She never gave you enough affection
Let you run around, she didn't know you're bound
To feel alone and such neglection
You may feel the need to fix the past through me
And show over lovingness
Fear you feed me pushes me further
A world full of bad I can't take much longer

Hold tight, you'll see I'm right
I don't tell you nothing just to mess with your mind
Don't be cold and act like you know
Some things my child make us all feel small

Remember you told me I should watch out
You see not all will have good intentions
So keep your eyes stretched and sharp your senses
I'm terrified that you'll lose direction

Just hold tight, you'll see I'm right
I don't tell you nothing just to mess with your mind
Don't be cold and act like you know
Some things my child make us all feel small

Take this mark back to where it came from
Leave me out, this is not mine
To carry with me through my life
Hope these scars can heal with time

Hold tight, you'll see I'm right
I don't tell you nothing just to mess with your mind
Don't be cold and act like you know
Some things my child make us all feel small
But I'll hold tight, and hope I'm right
I'll see the good when I lose my sight
I'll play right and follow my light
I'll scream what I need with my silent sound