WHAT SADNESS LOOKS LIKE
Mausoleum of Goodbyes: Unraveling Sadness
Lyrics
Hey, I've been waiting for you
Expressing anticipation and eagerness for someone's arrival.
We know what's coming, we both do
Acknowledging a shared awareness of an impending event or situation.
As the graves crack, and the flowers decay
Using vivid imagery of graves cracking and flowers decaying to convey a sense of deterioration or decay.
Digging deep to find the words I wanna say
Expressing difficulty in finding the right words, possibly in the context of a challenging conversation or situation.
I try so hard, I promise you that I try so hard
Emphasizing the effort put into a task, possibly related to communication or understanding.
But every day's like a war between my brain and I
Describing a constant internal struggle or conflict between the mind and emotions.
If I know my fears ain't even real
Questioning the validity of fears and expressing a desire to overcome them.
Why is it so hard to change the way I feel?
Reflecting on the difficulty of changing one's emotions even when logically understanding they are unfounded.
This is what sadness looks like
Defining the visual representation of sadness.
Mausoleum made of goodbyes
Comparing sadness to a mausoleum built from goodbyes, suggesting a collection of losses.
Everything I love's like a photograph that slowly fades away
Describing the gradual fading of cherished memories and experiences.
This is what sadness looks like
Reiterating the visual representation of sadness and the accumulation of farewells.
Mausoleum made of goodbyes
Continuing the theme of a mausoleum made of goodbyes, emphasizing the impact on personal identity.
Everything I am's like a shadow of what I was yesterday
Depicting a sense of loss and change in personal identity over time.
What I was yesterday
Repeating the idea of personal transformation and change over time.
Your thoughts are like a poisoned well
Using the metaphor of a poisoned well to describe negative thought patterns.
Everybody loves you, except yourself
Highlighting a paradox where others love an individual, but self-love is lacking.
And growing up, it hurts like fucking hell
Expressing the painful aspects of growing up.
Tired of playing the lonely ghost inside the shell
Conveying weariness of feeling like an isolated and lonely presence.
This is what sadness looks like
Reiterating the visual representation of sadness as a mausoleum of goodbyes.
Mausoleum made of goodbyes
Continuing the theme of loss and its impact on what is loved.
Everything I love's like a photograph that slowly fades away
Describing the gradual fading of loved things, echoing the earlier metaphor of photographs.
This is what sadness looks like
Reiterating the visual representation of sadness through a mausoleum of goodbyes.
Mausoleum made of goodbyes
Emphasizing the transformative effect of farewells on personal identity.
Everything I am's like a shadow of what I was yesterday
Depicting personal identity as a shadow of the past self.
Oh love, oh love
Addressing the theme of love and its role in attempting to fix a broken situation.
I'm trying to fix this but it breaks more as we go
Expressing the difficulty of repairing a situation, acknowledging that efforts may exacerbate the issue.
Oh love, oh love
Repeating the theme of love and expressing confusion or uncertainty about life.
Life is a game I don't know how to play at all
Conveying a lack of understanding or mastery in navigating life.
This is what sadness looks like
Reiterating the visual representation of sadness as a mausoleum of goodbyes.
Mausoleum made of goodbyes
Continuing the theme of loss and its impact on what is loved.
Everything I love's like a photograph that slowly fades away
Describing the gradual fading of loved things, echoing the earlier metaphor of photographs.
This is what sadness looks like
Reiterating the visual representation of sadness through a mausoleum of goodbyes.
Mausoleum made of goodbyes
Emphasizing the transformative effect of farewells on personal identity.
Everything I am's like a shadow of what I was yesterday
Depicting personal identity as a shadow of the past self.
What I was yesterday
Repeating the idea of personal transformation and change over time.
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