Trauma Roulette

Navigating Love's Betrayals: Trauma Roulette Unveiled
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Lyrics

As the Summer turns to fall

Reflecting on the change from Summer to Fall, symbolizing a shift or decline.

My heart breaks for the 6th time in a year

Expressing heartbreak for the sixth time in a year, indicating repeated emotional pain.

What's the point in loving anybody

Raising the question of the purpose of loving anyone, suggesting disillusionment.

When they all turn out exactly how you feared

Expressing a fear that relationships always lead to disappointment.

Fall in love with an abuser

Describing falling in love with someone who is abusive.

Become best friends with a narcissist

Referring to forming close bonds with narcissistic individuals.

We're always playing trauma roulette

Introducing the concept of "trauma roulette," suggesting unpredictability in relationships.

Every time we choose to trust someone again

Linking trust to the risky game of trauma roulette in relationships.

No I'm not the type to hide

Asserting a lack of inclination to hide one's true self.

But at this point I'm fucking terrified of everyone I meet

Expressing intense fear and mistrust of everyone encountered.

So I'll stay inside

Choosing isolation as a response to the perceived evil in the city.

Locked away from all the evil in this city where I used to feel at home

Retreating from the city due to feeling unsafe and threatened.

They're always saying all the right things

Highlighting deceptive communication, saying the right things to create a false sense of safety.

To get you feeling like with them you're safe and sound

Building trust and then breaking down walls, emphasizing the cyclical nature of trust issues.

Start to tear down all the walls you built

Encouraging vulnerability only to be reminded of the reasons for self-protection.

Just to remind you why you put them up at all

Revealing the inevitable breakdown of relationships.

It always falls apart eventually

Questioning the point of investing in relationships that always end in disappointment.

Why even bother honestly

Expressing a sense of futility and questioning the value of relationships.

Everyone you care for has a skeleton

Claiming that everyone has hidden flaws or secrets.

And there's evil underneath

Suggesting that there is underlying malevolence in people.

No I'm not the type to hide

Reiterating a reluctance to hide one's true self.

But at this point I'm fucking terrified of everyone I meet

Reiterating intense fear and mistrust of everyone encountered.

So I'll stay inside

Choosing isolation as a response to the perceived evil in the city.

Locked away from all the evil in this city where I used to feel at home

Retreating from the city due to feeling unsafe and threatened.

So don't call me

Declining communication and connection, avoiding contact.

Don't leave me a message

Rejecting attempts at communication, refusing messages.

Cause the ability

Stating that the ability to love and be loved is seen as a curse rather than a blessing.

To love and be loved is a curse and not a blessing

Expressing the idea that love leads to harm and is not a positive experience.

They'll cause you harm then gaslight you about it

Describing a pattern of causing harm and then denying responsibility (gaslighting).

Another game of Trauma Roulette

Referring to relationships as a repeated game of trauma roulette, emphasizing a lack of trust.

I'm never gonna trust no one again

Declaring a decision to never trust anyone again due to past experiences.

No I'm not the type to hide

Reiterating a lack of inclination to hide one's true self.

But at this point I'm fucking terrified of everyone I meet

Reiterating intense fear and mistrust of everyone encountered.

So I'll stay inside

Choosing isolation as a response to the perceived evil in the city.

Locked away from all the evil in this city where I used to feel at home

Retreating from the city due to feeling unsafe and threatened.

The lyrics of this song contain explicit content.
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