I tell them my father told me.
That all great advices
starts from what our parents told us—
even the ones that are not.
So to make them believe,
and because I do not care their pity,
I tell them my father told me;
But first I tell it to myself;
My father told me
that nobody can decide what you want for you;
you either choose strength or you choose pity.
My father told me
that if you tell yourself the same lie
for a while you start believing it yourself.
So I will tell you my father told me, to make you believe
that I do not need your pity.
But first I tell it to myself
my father told me
to make me believe that I do not need your pity.
The logic behind it being
that if I say it enough
that my father told me
then, according to what my father told me,
it would become true that my father,
who could not even manage a proper goodbye,
(who knew the grave before he knew me)
gave some damn good advices.
So my father told me,
my father told me.