Brian
Unveiling Hidden Emotions: Love, Deception, and Self-Discovery in Elena Malamou's 'Brian'
Lyrics
I got to say this. Or else you are going to take me the wrong way.
I feel compelled to express this, or else there might be a misunderstanding.
I didn't mean what happened.
I did not intend for things to happen the way they did.
I just saw you that cloudy Wednesday morning at the bus stop.
I first noticed you on a cloudy Wednesday morning at the bus stop.
You were different than the others.
You stood out from others in some way.
I never noticed the others. I fell in love with you.
I never paid attention to others; I fell in love with you.
With your long brown hair. Your foreign eyes, and those delicate lips.
Your distinctive features include long brown hair, foreign eyes, and delicate lips.
Lips I die to kiss.
I am deeply drawn to your lips and desire to kiss them.
But you wake up one day, realise that nothing is at it seems.
At some point, reality hits, and you realize things are not as they appear.
You start screaming at me, keep telling me a liar.
You begin screaming at me, accusing me of being a liar.
But I never lie. I just don't tell the truth because it hurts.
I do not lie, but I avoid telling the truth to spare pain.
I always said I was different.
I always claimed to be different.
You never got what I meant.
You never understood my perspective.
Remember that weekend we run away like kids, and that day at the beach I tried to talk to you about it.
Recalling a weekend escape and a beach day where I attempted to discuss something significant.
But you stopped me with a kiss, so I never told you the whole truth.
You silenced me with a kiss, preventing me from revealing the complete truth.
You may say I'm a coward, but please not a liar.
You might label me a coward, but I reject being called a liar.
I didn't leave you for another girl, honey things were more complicated.
I did not leave you for another woman; the situation was more complex.
When I told you that you were special I meant every word.
When I told you that you were special, I genuinely meant it.
But I never lie. I just don't tell the truth because it hurts.
I do not lie, but I avoid telling the truth to spare pain.
I always said I was different.
I always claimed to be different.
You never got what I meant.
You never understood my perspective.
But what I never told you is that I used to like men.
What I never disclosed is that I used to have an attraction to men.
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