This House
Unveiling the Depths: A Soul's Struggle in 'This House'
Lyrics
I question my integrity, my morales and my worth
I'm questioning my integrity, morals, and self-worth.
My mother taught me values to life by, all she had unearthed
My mother taught me values that I should live by, based on her experiences.
I'm not the person I wanted to be no matter how hard I try
I feel that I haven't become the person I aspired to be despite my efforts.
If life's a test, I think I've failed, it's probably time I ask myself why...
If life is a test, I believe I've failed, prompting me to reflect on why.
I've said done things that I regret, said some things I can't take back
I've made mistakes and said things I regret, facing the consequences.
But whatever mark I leave on this world, I just wanna make my mother proud
Despite my flaws, I want to leave a positive impact on the world to make my mother proud.
This house is full of memories, yet to be told
The house holds untold memories, awaiting revelation.
I'll keep them all to myself till my story unfolds
I'll keep these memories private until my life story unfolds.
Am I a good person? The question rattles inside my head
I'm grappling with the question of whether I'm a good person.
For reasons that don't exist my feels are all dead
Despite lacking clear reasons, my emotions seem numb or non-existent.
I feel like I'm a failure like I've let everyone down
I feel like a failure and believe I've disappointed those around me.
The time has come, it's sink or swim and all I do is drown
It's a critical moment in life, and I feel overwhelmed, unable to cope.
And I can't, (can't help but think)
I can't help but think...
I did my best, (did all I could)
I did my best, did all I could...
And it still wasn't good enough
Despite my efforts, it seems they were insufficient.
This house is full of memories, yet to be told
The house is a repository of untold memories, waiting to be shared.
I'll keep them all to myself till my story unfolds
I'll keep these memories to myself until the full story of my life unfolds.
I'm not getting any younger, I'm still the same as I was back when I was...
Expressing a sense of stagnation, not progressing with age.
Fifteen, with the world at my feet
Reflecting on a time at fifteen when the world seemed full of possibilities.
But nothings there anymore
Feeling a loss of something that was once present in life.
This house is full of memories, yet to be told
The house is filled with memories, still waiting to be revealed.
I'll keep them all to myself till my story unfolds
I'll keep these memories private until the complete narrative of my life unfolds.
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