Lyrics
Maybe I should cry, maybe I should deny
Contemplating whether to express emotions through tears or denial.
my tired face looking so grim
Describing a weary facial expression, possibly reflecting inner struggles.
A jarful of thoughts is waiting under the sheets,
A collection of thoughts hidden beneath the surface, symbolized by sheets, during a restless night.
another sleepless night
Expressing the difficulty of finding rest, indicating insomnia.
I don't feel ashamed, I feel no guilt
Claiming no shame or guilt, emphasizing the importance of survival.
I need to stay alive
Asserting the necessity of staying alive in the face of challenges.
Since there is no time, since the sands still flow
Acknowledging the relentless passage of time and one's commitment to persist.
I will be there
Committing to be present despite the fleeting nature of time.
The blackest of my hearts, the sweetest of my words
Referring to the darkest aspects of personal emotions juxtaposed with sweet words; questioning personal strength.
Am I strong enough?
Pondering one's strength in facing challenging emotions and situations.
I'll never forget, everything lives
Highlighting the enduring nature of memories and experiences.
Until my flesh will be no more
Expressing a commitment to memories even beyond physical existence.
A sense of deep frustration tinges with black my heart
Describing a feeling of deep frustration that darkens the heart.
I cannot cry I want to die
Expressing a desire for release from emotional pain but feeling unable to cry.
A grandeur manifestation of a wrong self-addiction
Describing a grand and misguided manifestation of self-addiction.
There's no end to ease this pain
Acknowledging the absence of an end to alleviate emotional suffering.
Lost in those eyes, stolen by that scent
Describing a sense of being captivated by someone's eyes and scent.
digging down my skin
Illustrating a sensation of vulnerability with the metaphor of digging into one's own skin.
Shivers that cut like sharpened knives
Depicting a powerful and painful impact, akin to sharp knives.
my wounds, will they ever heal?
Pondering whether emotional wounds will ever heal.
This story is a black spiral without an end,
Portraying the narrative as a dark and endless spiral without resolution.
carry me follow me deep into this hell
Inviting someone to accompany and immerse in the depths of personal struggle.
Take my hand know and everyday of a life that won't exsist
Offering a hand in shared experience, referencing a life that may not truly exist.
Are we gonna meet again someday? so many years from now
Pondering the possibility of meeting again in the distant future.
When I'm asking you is more than everything, no more compromises
Expressing a profound desire, surpassing compromises, and seeking a meaningful connection.
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