Elegy
Elegy's Heartfelt Journey: Unveiling Broken Love and Hidden Truths
Lyrics
Something ripped me open
Feeling emotionally exposed or vulnerable
From my little death woken
Awakening from a metaphorical death or numbness
Fading rhythm of lifeline
Diminishing pulse of life, possibly representing a fading connection
Is music for a dead child
Life's rhythm, which may bring joy, is now like music for a lifeless or lost cause
I'm skirting the rim, skirting the rim
Teetering on the edge of reality
...of reality
Continuation of the feeling of being on the edge of reality
Skirting the rim
Reiterating the sense of skirting the edge, possibly avoiding something
Love don't pull me in
Love is not enticing or drawing the speaker in
Somehow everything is broken
Expressing a sense of brokenness in everything
Hours past and never replayed
Time passing without the possibility of reliving or correcting
I see the sickness of a love that,
Observing the illness or flaws in a love that cannot be actualized
Though it breathes, can never be made
Even though the love is alive, it can't be realized or fulfilled
There are cracks where the white light burns through
Noticing vulnerabilities or imperfections represented by cracks
It seems I see everything but the truth
Perceiving everything except the truth
Once more to that sacred place
Referring to a sacred or significant place in memory or emotion
The dream that sucks me under
A dream or memory that pulls the speaker into an emotional abyss
I'm skirting the rim, skirting the rim
Continuing the sense of skirting the edge of reality
...of reality
Reiteration of being on the edge of reality
Skirting the rim
Reiterating the avoidance of being drawn into love
Love don't pull me in
Love is not alluring or captivating
Somehow everything is broken
Restating a pervasive feeling of brokenness in everything
Hours past and never replayed
Time passing without the chance for a do-over or repair
I see the sickness of love that
Recognizing the flaws or sickness in a love that remains unfulfilled
Though it breathes, can never be made
Despite being alive, love cannot be realized or brought into existence
Somehow everything is clearer now
Feeling a sudden clarity or understanding about everything
Hours pass with never a relief
Time passing without relief or release from emotional pain
I see the sadness of a moment
Observing the sorrow or melancholy in a fleeting moment
Though it lived was never seen.
A moment that, though lived, remains unseen or unnoticed
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