Recently, my mother and I had an argument. She angrily yelled at me at some point; "You have no emotion of gratitude, you are just like your father, it's in the genes, after all!"
In a point, she's right. My father and I have some similiar qualities, yet we differentiate in a lot.
But I understand my mother, to a point. My father was never able to do that. I understand why she sometimes fail to see the differences, especially in times of crisis like this. After all, she's going through a divorce with my father who she hates and this process untied the silk rope that held her personality together, and with all that, she can not express that anger she feels towards my father too, since my father is away, quite away from her. Hence, displacement occurs and while it is occuring, it emphasizes the traits I share with my father and that overshadows our differences in the perception of my mother, for her to project the displaced anger, which also amplifies the anger in the process, me thinks. Splitting? Maybe.
That sounded very analytical. People suggest that understanding should bring sympathy, but I think sympathy can greatly cloud understanding due to the distress it usually causes.
Anyway. Not the lyrical context, but the title of this song reminded me of this strange / intriguing event.