Freedom vs. Loneliness
Navigating the Pain: Unveiling the Complex Dance of Love and Loss
Lyrics
I can't remember how old I was
I have no recollection of my exact age at that time.
The first time I noticed you looked at me
It was the initial instance when I became aware of your gaze directed towards me.
And oh those eyes are burning
Your intense eyes had a strong impact on me.
And I'd pretend they were sweet
I would pretend that your gaze was kind and pleasant.
Lord why does it hurt so good?
Expressing confusion about why something that causes pain can also feel good.
Tell me was I born to lose?
Questioning if experiencing pain and setbacks is my destined fate.
I'm educated in the language of abuse
Having learned through personal experience about the use of abusive language.
Lord why does it hurt?
Reiterating the puzzlement about the coexistence of pain and pleasure.
So filled with youth and beauty
At a time of youth and attractiveness, unaware of what the future holds.
I couldn't have known what was to come
Reflecting on the inability to foresee forthcoming hardships.
Is innocence a blessing?
Questioning whether innocence is a positive attribute or merely an advantage for exploitation.
Or is it just to take?
Raising doubt about whether innocence serves merely as something to be taken advantage of.
Lord why does it hurt so good?
Reiterating the confusion about the simultaneous existence of pain and pleasure.
Tell me was I born to lose?
Repeating the question of whether my fate is to endure continuous losses.
I'm educated in the language of abuse
Indicating familiarity with abusive language due to prior experiences.
Lord why does it hurt?
Continuing the puzzlement about the coexistence of pain and pleasure.
Why does it hurt?
Expressing confusion and seeking reasons behind the pain experienced.
Why do you hurt me?
Asking the person causing pain why they hurt me.
I can't remember
Indicating a loss of memory concerning specific details.
I hope I never will
Expressing a desire to never recall certain painful memories.
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