Out of Touch
Out of Touch: Unraveling the Pristine Chaos in Addison Grace's Melody
Lyrics
I don't know who I am today
I am uncertain about my identity today.
Pristine, rotting in my brain
My mind is affected, perhaps corrupted, by something pure turning rotten.
Impossible not to miss me
It's hard not to be noticed or missed by others.
At least you still think I'm pretty
Despite my uncertainties, you still find me attractive.
Different editions, it's all the same
Variations in life, but the essence remains the same.
Better suck it up,
Face the challenges, or you'll face misfortune.
baby you'll be out of luck
Endure difficulties; your luck may run out if you don't.
Better keep the money coming
Ensure a continuous flow of money or risk falling short of expectations.
or you'll never be enough
Your value is tied to material wealth; emotional depth alone is insufficient.
Your tears are worth buying
Expressions of pain can be commodified and are perceived as valuable.
Your pain is enticing them
The experience of suffering is captivating to others.
Guessing it's a bit fucked up
Acknowledging that the situation is twisted or messed up.
Guess you know a little and a little too much
You possess some knowledge, perhaps more than desirable.
Staying too in til I'm out of touch
Isolating oneself until one loses connection with reality.
Keep it quiet cause you're being too loud
Keep quiet because your actions or words are drawing too much attention.
Blinding myself in front of the crowd
Blinding oneself to the truth in front of others.
What the hell am I if you're not around?
Questions one's own existence in the absence of someone significant.
I can be everything you want
I can adapt to fulfill all your desires.
So I'll play nice, learn how to be soft
Will behave pleasantly and learn to be gentle.
Better suck it up,
Face challenges; failure may be inevitable if you don't.
baby you'll be out of luck
Endure difficulties; your luck may run out if you don't.
Better keep the money coming
Ensure a continuous flow of money or risk falling short of expectations.
or you'll never be enough
Your value is tied to material wealth; emotional depth alone is insufficient.
Your tears are worth buying
Expressions of pain can be commodified and are perceived as valuable.
Your pain is enticing them
The experience of suffering is captivating to others.
Guessing it's a bit fucked up
Acknowledging that the situation is twisted or messed up.
Guess you know a little and a little too much
You possess some knowledge, perhaps more than desirable.
Staying too in til I'm out of touch
Isolating oneself until one loses connection with reality.
Keep it quiet cause you're being too loud
Keep quiet because your actions or words are drawing too much attention.
Blinding myself in front of the crowd
Blinding oneself to the truth in front of others.
What the hell am I if you're not around?
Questions one's own existence in the absence of someone significant.
Guessing it's a bit fucked up
Acknowledging that the situation is twisted or messed up.
Guess you know a little and a little too much
You possess some knowledge, perhaps more than desirable.
Staying too in til I'm out of touch
Isolating oneself until one loses connection with reality.
Keep it quiet cause you're being too loud
Keep quiet because your actions or words are drawing too much attention.
Blinding myself in front of the crowd
Blinding oneself to the truth in front of others.
What the hell am I if you're not around?
Questions one's own existence in the absence of someone significant.
Guessing it's a bit fucked up
Acknowledging that the situation is twisted or messed up.
Guess you know a little and a little too much
You possess some knowledge, perhaps more than desirable.
Staying too in til I'm out of touch
Isolating oneself until one loses connection with reality.
Keep it quiet cause you're being too loud
Keep quiet because your actions or words are drawing too much attention.
Blinding myself in front of the crowd
Blinding oneself to the truth in front of others.
What the hell am I if you're not around?
Questions one's own existence in the absence of someone significant.
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