Hurt, Burn, Bloom
From Darkness to Bloom: Easy October's Evocative Journey
Lyrics
Sometimes my days are darker than the nights
Sometimes, my days are emotionally darker than the nights.
That's what I told myself when I left to search the city lights
The narrator recalls telling themselves this when leaving to explore city life.
I can't understand the weight of all the words I say
The weight of the words spoken is not fully comprehended by the narrator.
I'm just not convinced that I'm supposed to feel this way
The narrator is uncertain about the appropriateness of their emotions.
I am hiding the midnight in my heart
The narrator conceals a deep, melancholic feeling within them.
that charcoal blue darkness that's been with me from the start
The narrator describes a persistent, dark emotional state that has existed since the beginning.
I'm falling to pieces
The narrator feels like they are falling apart.
oh God help me Jesus
An appeal for help from God and Jesus in this moment of despair.
I'm waiting for a voice
The narrator awaits guidance or reassurance in the form of a voice.
to reach out to me and tell me sooomething like this
The narrator desires a message, seeking understanding or comfort.
You hurt, you burn, you bloom
An expression of the cyclical nature of pain, transformation, and growth.
and then you start again
After experiencing hurt and burning, one blossoms and begins anew.
You hurt, you burn, you bloom
Reiteration of the cycle of pain, transformation, and renewal.
and then you start all over again
Emphasizing the cyclical nature, urging a continuous process of renewal.
I can never stay away for too long
The narrator acknowledges an inability to stay away from certain experiences for too long.
I'll follow my footprints and I'm sure I won't go wrong
The narrator believes in following their path and is confident it won't lead them astray.
Years keep passing faster everytime they come
Time seems to pass swiftly, emphasizing the fleeting nature of life.
When my light fades out at least I know I've lived some
Even as life dims, the narrator finds solace in knowing they have lived.
For all those things I've never done
Reflecting on things left undone, but acknowledging the passage of time.
I still know that yesterday is long long gone
The narrator acknowledges that yesterday is in the past.
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