Lyrics
Verse 1:
Feeling disoriented and trapped, despite expecting joy in life. Youth is fading, and there's a precarious situation.
Feeling dazed, stuck in a maze Joy should’ve filled my days But my youth is ought to fade I’m hanging by a thread
Entered a situation with promises of growth (like a garden), but overlooked the accompanying risks, symbolized by thorns on roses.
Thought I stepped in a garden filled with promises for growth But the risks I’ve forgotten; roses have thorns
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Pre-chorus 1:
Transition to the pre-chorus reflecting on a life dedicated to serving others, now questioning identity and the purpose of life.
I dedicated my life
Expressing dedication to serving what people like.
to serve what people like
Reflecting uncertainty about personal identity and the meaning of life.
But now, I’m not sure who I am or the meaning of My Life
Transition to the chorus, comparing lives to wild flowers that don't worry about survival, contrasting with the speaker's struggles.
Chorus:
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Nice are the lives of wild flowers They don’t wonder;
Wild flowers are portrayed as carefree, not questioning their existence, unlike the speaker.
“Will I make it through the night?” I tried to find the right answers But I harbored;
Struggling to find the right answers and harboring negative feelings, contrasting with the perceived ease of wild flowers.
to a place where blooms are blight No wild flowers in sight
Describing a place where positive growth is hindered, and there are no signs of the carefree "wild flowers."
Verse 2:
Abruptly stating honesty without avoiding the truth, as it only takes a small push to disturb inner peace.
I won’t beat around the bush Cause it takes, just one push to break my peace of mind, then I’d mask again and smile
Expressing the difficulty of maintaining composure and masking emotions, followed by a forced smile.
Pre-chorus 2:
Continuation of the pre-chorus, emphasizing the lack of trust, crumbling paths, and a desire to seek guidance from a higher power.
There’s no one I can trust All the roads crumble fast I wish I can ask God
Expressing the absence of trustworthy individuals and the rapid deterioration of life's paths.
If this really is my test?
Expressing a wish to inquire if the challenges faced are a test determined by a higher power.
Chorus:
Repetition of the chorus, highlighting the contrast between the ease of wild flowers' lives and the speaker's struggles.
Nice are the lives of wild flowers They don’t wonder;
Reiteration of the carefree nature of wild flowers compared to the speaker's internal questioning and struggles.
“Will I make it through the night?” I tried to find the right answers But I harbored;
Continued struggle to find answers, harboring negativity, and facing a place devoid of positive growth.
to a place where blooms are blight No wild flowers, in sight, oh
Repetition of the absence of "wild flowers" in the speaker's surroundings.
Chorus:
Repetition of the chorus, emphasizing the disparity between the speaker's struggles and the imagined carefree lives of wild flowers.
Nice are the lives of wild flowers They don’t wonder (wonder)
Reiteration of the contrast between wild flowers and the speaker's existential questions.
“Will I make it through the night?” I tried to find the right answers But I harbored (harbored)
Continued struggle to find answers and harboring negativity, contrasted with the imagined ease of wild flowers.
to a place where blooms are blight No wild flowers in sight
Repetition of the absence of "wild flowers" in the speaker's surroundings.
Outro:
Outro expressing a hope for future freedom to embrace a carefree and wild existence.
Oh, I wish someday I’ll find The freedom to be wild
Concluding with a desire to find freedom and live a life akin to wild flowers.
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