In Flanders Field

I'm bored. No, I'm not bored, I'm stressed out. And in test week denial.

So here my explanation of Poppies

I'm only like that when I stretch to the sky
and eat the air he provides
and it tastes like honey
and it taste like yummy
and he makes it special for me
to keep me on his leash

[First, let's make clear this is not autobriographical, just because I say I I don't mean myself.. but.. okay.. anyway.
It's about a relationship. The guy is the dominant person, wanting his girlfriend to be perfect. He wants her to do everything he wants her to do. And the first verse is about that he want's her to be thin. When you stretch to the sky you look thinner. He feeds her air (nothing) but since she believes she has to be thin it taste like honey to her.]

I'm only like that, when I get sad or mad
And I don't think it's necessary
but his words carry weight, so I listen to him
and I drink the words from his lips
Oh they taste so sweet

[When I get sad or mad reffers to when she questions if he's right for her. I don't think it's necessary could reffer to him hitting her or she hurting herself. She believes everything he says, even if he says everything is her fault and she should be punished/punish herself]

He's only like that when he had a bad day
and things aren't going his way
Well he's never like that, when I scratch his head
or lie myself down at his feet
But when he's like that,
sometimes he makes me taste sweet

[Here she protects her boyfriend. He's really only like that when he had a bad day, so it's normal when he hits me then.. right? But when I do exactly what he says to please him and present myself as his slave (at his feet) he's never ever mean to me.
But when he's mad. Sometimes he hits her and the blood tastes sweet.]

And when I'm like that, he calls me poppy
and says I should be proud
And when I'm like that he calls me poppy,
and says I should feel lucky

I don't know if you heard from the poem [In Flanders Field? But it's about a field where the English fought against the German. The German used toxic gasses and almost every English person died, everything died. But one thing didn't: the poppies. They started growing everywhere. And a poppy is red, red is blood.
So, the guy claims she should be proud to get hit by him, that it serves a great thing.

And now I'm really going to do my French. It's a French oral about musique..
Talking about a French oral.....

Hahaha je suis désolé mais.. ah oui, je aime la video! Et le sentence 'Ou est le syndicat d'initiative' était la première sentence que j'ai due apprendre. Ahh quelle nostalgie.

Oh and Beyoncé? She is well bing bing. And Brian is a quarterpounder.

Buba (-: