Troubled Soul

Troubled Soul: A Melancholic Journey Through Despair and Redemption
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Lyrics

Woke up this morning, to a record that’s played

Waking up to a previously played record, possibly indicating a repetitive or stagnant situation.

Felt the whiskey burning from yesterday

Feeling the lingering effects of whiskey from the day before.

Sick of this lonesome motel room

Expressing dissatisfaction with the current state of being in a lonely motel room.

But I think I won’t leave any time soon

Contemplating staying in the current situation despite the discomfort.

I felt a heavy hand on my chest

Experiencing a metaphorical heavy burden or pressure on the chest.

Laid me to bed but I couldn’t rest

Being laid to bed, but unable to find peace or relaxation.

Troubled soul with a worried mind

Describing oneself as a troubled soul with a worried mind.

I pick up my guitar and I take a chug of wine

Using music (guitar) and alcohol (wine) as a coping mechanism.

One step ahead, but only in here

Feeling ahead in personal struggles but only within oneself.

Constant fear of more despair

Living with a constant fear of facing more challenges and difficulties.

I met a girl, her name was Emma

Introducing a character named Emma, possibly a source of comfort or support.

She comforts me and gets me like my aunt Nora

Comparing Emma's understanding to that of the speaker's aunt Nora.

Eased the voices and helped me keep steady

Emma easing the speaker's mental struggles and helping to maintain stability.

But still my thoughts felt, oh, so much heavy

Despite Emma's support, the speaker's thoughts remain emotionally burdensome.

I felt a heavy hand on my chest

Reiteration of the heavy feeling on the chest, suggesting unresolved emotional issues.

Laid me to bed but I couldn’t rest

Still unable to find rest even after the mentioned support.

Troubled soul with a worried mind

Reaffirmation of being a troubled soul with a worried mind.

I pick up my guitar and I take a chug of wine

Returning to the coping mechanisms of music and alcohol.

One step ahead, but only in here

Being ahead only within the internal struggles, not in external circumstances.

Constant fear of more despair

Persisting fear of encountering more difficulties in life.

Troubled soul with a worried mind.

Repeating the description of oneself as a troubled soul with a worried mind.

I pick up my guitar and I take a chug of wine

Continuing to use music and alcohol as a way to cope with troubles.

One step ahead, but only in here

Being ahead only within the internal struggles, echoing earlier sentiments.

Constant fear of more despair

Persistent fear of facing more despair in the future.

A spiral that hits me out of control

Describing a situation spiraling out of control, possibly referring to emotional turmoil.

I reckon that I’m hard to console

Acknowledging personal difficulty in finding solace or comfort.

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