MEANING OF THE SONG “MEAN – TAYLOR SWIFT”

By :
Elsa Fadhila & Sarah Adilah

Mean - Taylor Swift

You, with your words like knives
And swords and weapons that you use against me
You, have knocked me off my feet again
Got me feeling like a nothing

You, with your voice like nails on a chalk board
calling me out when I'm wounded
You, picking on the weaker man
You can take me down
with just one single blow


PRE-CHORUS
But you don't know
What you don't know


CHORUS
Someday I'll be
Living in a big old city,
And all you're ever gonna be is mean
Someday I'll be
Big enough so you can't hit me
And all you're ever gonna be is mean

Why you gotta be so mean?

You, with your switching sides
And your wildfire lies and your humiliation
You, have pointed out my flaws again
As if I don't already see them


I walk with my head down
Trying to block you out
'cause I never impress you
I just want to feel okay again

I bet you got pushed around
Somebody made you cold
But the cycle ends right now
'Cause you can't lead me down that road
And you don't know What you don't know

PRE-CHORUS
CHORUS

And I can see you years from now in a bar
Talking over a football game
With that same big loud opinion
But nobody's listening


Washed up and ranting about the same old bitter things
Drunken and rumbling on about
How I can't sing
But all you are is mean
All you are is mean
And a liar
And pathetic
And alone in life

And mean, and mean, and mean, and mean!

CHORUS
Someday I'll be
Living in a big old city,
And all you're ever gonna be is mean
Someday I'll be
Big enough so you can't hit me
And all you're ever gonna be is mean

This song is addressed for those who are being bullyed. This song tells about those people who are being dismissived by the mean people around them. The mean people always act arbitrary towards them.   The mean  people do not dignify them and they feel like they are being enslaved. The bullyers always exaggerating their fault even though they did a little mistake and also they always exacerbate every condition so it seems hard to them to survive.They seems being exile from their society. Everyone seems query their ability. No one grasp them. Their forcible bluff seems to ask them to forsake this world. It always hard for them to pretend not to scrutinize their giggle or whisper in front of their face. Grudge or what, but their harsh  humilitation. It’s a nuisance for them. The mean people degrade their dignity and diminish their self confident. Their introvert act seems to hinder all those weak people to attain success in their life. Those people slowly retreat and almost gave up. They make them rigid and without any deliberation, they dismantle all their flaws, they accuse them many things. It became a collapse of their dreams, the most lethal thing in their lifes.

 Because the mean people have repulse them. And it’s a such holocaust for them because they dont give them consent to thrive. But, before they gave up, they are still believe in the power of their dreams. They believe that promptly everything will change. People’s scorn  make a tremendous effect to them. They became more stronger to face this life. They realized that what the mean people said was only a hogwash. They believe that they are the one who made their self-determination, not those mean people. They can become a mammoth person, all what they need is persistence and strive. Vigorously and with their eagerness they study and study to become a success people. To prove to all people and also to the world about the notion that they don’t have any ability is wrong. No one can make them feel uncomfortable if they don’t concessive. Without their accord, no one can make them feel oppressed . They believe that someday they will be big enough so the mean people can’t hit them. They will be an utmost outstanding person. They will elevate their dignity. Because they keep cling to their contention. The point is, trial can make you become more better person. There’s no rainbow without rain. And that word prevail to those who believe.

It’s Too Late

(A Short Story By Sarah Adilah)

I don’t know how to explain this, I just want to blame my self at all. I really thought he was the one. I think one of the Disney’s story, Rapunzel maybe, would happened in my life but hahaha this idiot love story was over before it begun.

“Sarah!” someone is calling from back. I turned around, “Am I dreaming or what?” I said quetly to my self. Oh god, I blushed. How come? The most top student in this school know my name and calling me right now! I can’t believe. I can’t …
“Hey?” he smiled to me. I just screaming in my self quetly. “feels like I’m melting now.” Okey stop you’re too exaggerate,Sarah.

“Yes?” I replied. “Would you help me to drawing, Sarah?” he said. I think for a moment “Where did you know that I can drawing?” I hope I didn’t give him a wrong question. “Actually, I know your talent since you’re enter this school. When I found this paper in the rubbish” he show me a sheet of paper that I think I know so well about who I draw it for … Oh my godness, it’s the sketch of Fred, the man who I like, who standing in front of me right now. “We.. we .. Well, I ccc.. can explain this..” I said nervously. “That is true a sketch of you but really I don’t have any intention for drawing it and I..”

                “Stop, hehe I know you don't have any intention about that, you're a good girl.” He smiling again. “So, would you teach me to draw?” He asked me. I said “Yes, sure..” without any perspective because my mind just blank at that time.

“Ok, see you tomorrow after school at the library!” He told me. I just nodded. “Bye, Sarah!” he get into his motorcycle and leave me. I just can’t think anything right now, “Is today was true or I just dreaming?” I said to my self.

In the next day, exactly after school time I go to the library. I don’t know maybe I'm too enthusiastic, because I haven't seen Fred in that room. I wait for about 15 minutes, and he still didn’t come any yet. “Maybe he had an extra class today” I said to myself trying to be patient. Then I’m feeling so sleepy and finally fall asleep.

I started to dreaming about Fred, oh again. I dreaming that I leaned on his shoulder, sleeping and he just woke me up and say …..

“I see that.. your sketch is very beautiful, just like you Sarah.” Eh? I dimly hear that voice. The voice is near. It’s just like Fred voice, ah but I think it’s just my crazy little mind effects because too much think about him.

Then I woke up, I see Fred is beside of me. “Hey, feel better now? I’m sorry , I have some dealings with my friend that’s why I’m late.” He smiled as always. I shocked. It is just my feeling or my dreams is really really come true? Hey, don’t you see that Fred is beside me now?

“Sarah?” He dispelled my mind. “Um, sorry. It’s okay hehe. So can we started?” I asked him with my beautiful smile. “Uh, yeah okay..” Fred replied. But, his face getting red. It is probably… Ah no, maybe because the weather is hot.

In that time, for the first time I sit beside the boy who I always like all the time and I just feel like we’re have the same feelings each other.

Day by day. Fred and I just getting closer. But we still in the friendzone. I’m still afraid to tell about my feeling to him. And it just being a nuisance everytime when I think about it. I always take care of my feeling, I don’t want to pull it out from my heart.  I just believe, someday Fred will have that feeling too. I know, I’m too confident at all. I just waiting outside the lines, the lines between Fred and I. I believe someday Fred will hold my hand to get in that lines.

“Sarah, do you free on Thursday?” suddenly Fred asked me. “Yeah, why?” I replied. “I want to invite you to my house, i have something to show you” he replied.

Then the night is comes. I just prepare all for tonight, my dress and accessories, i choose them the best one for about 3 hours. Can’t you imagine that when the boys who you like invite you to his house? Of course you wanted to look beautiful. Then i go to his house, i just imagine how is Fred expression when seeing my appereance tonight.

“Ting tong” I press the bell button. Then someone is open the door. Oh fred! How handsome he is with his polo shirt and denim jeans, and wait his hair oh my god i just can say ‘he’s really a prince now’.

Fred invited me to dinner with him. I just can say “THANKYOU GOD, TODAY IS THE BEST DAY EVER. Suddenly he talked to me “You look beautiful, ehm” Fred started conversation. “Thanks” I blushed. “Emm so, what would you like to show to me? It’s your promises right?” I tried to hinder the akward situation. “Okay, but before it i want to say thanks to you for all Sarah.” He replied. “No problem, Fred.” I smiled. “Okey, then just follow me now” he walked into his room.

“Taraaaaa” he show me a painting. The painting is a girl, so beautiful. But, wait wait.. i think the girl is not me. Wait ....

“I just can say thanks very much to you Sarah, because of you i can paint my beautiful girlfriend face now. And i will send this painting to her in Australia.” He said.

 W..wh.what?! Am I blind or my ears is cannot hearing now? Am I wrong? Am I dreaming and get a nigthmare because tonight is a friday night? It is the end of this stupid love story? Why? I can’t believe god, after all this happened. I can’t.

                “Sar? Sarah? Hey?!” Fred wake me up from my stupid hopeless. Yeah, it just my fault. I don’t know and i never asked about his love, about whom he loved, about.. about ah whatever.
“Fred, can i just go home now? I feel sick” I said to Fred quickly. Fred is confused, he wanted to  ask but i just ignore and leave him. Yeah i really sick now Fred, because of you. But i know it’s not all your fault. But i just want to stop it all right now. Goodbye, Fred. It’s just too late for me, very late to always hoping you.