Shut in with the Burden
Confinement Chronicles: Battling Inner Demons Through Melodic Despair
Lyrics
The old familiar weight in the chest
The familiar burden or heaviness felt in the chest.
The knees creak and the bones compress
Physical discomfort and aging, with joints and bones under strain.
Locked myself in my room again
Isolation and withdrawal, choosing to stay alone in a room.
Buried in a coffin bed to mend
Metaphorically buried in a bed, seeking solace or recovery.
With a mind set on self-mutiny
Contemplating self-destructive thoughts.
There's no pity or pill for remedy
Acknowledging there is no easy solution or remedy.
The moods swing like a pendulum
Emotions swinging drastically, like a pendulum.
A moment's peak pulled back to plunge
A moment of happiness followed by a sudden plunge into despair.
Don't lie and tell me
Expressing skepticism toward comforting lies.
I'll be fine...
Rejecting false reassurances about well-being.
Another sleepless night
Describing a night without sleep, marked by discomfort.
Sun cuts through the curtain like a knife
Intense sunlight breaking through, possibly symbolizing harsh realities.
The clamor in the lobes never quits
Constant mental noise or inner turmoil.
The valley fog in me never lifts
Persistent emotional fog or darkness within.
Don't lie and tell me
Reiterating the skepticism towards false assurances.
I'll be fine...
Continuing to reject insincere claims of being okay.
Nothing you can say will make me feel good enough
Expressing a belief that nothing said can improve self-worth.
These days are the pages I don't want to read
Referring to the present as difficult and undesirable.
Just turn me to the good parts that will never be
Desiring to skip to the positive or 'good' parts of life.
A cruel author's character - penned for tragedy
Feeling like a character in a tragic story, authored by life's cruelty.
Just turn me to the good parts that will never be
Yearning for positive aspects that may never materialize.
On day three I was forced from quarantine
Exiting a period of isolation but feeling forced rather than willingly.
By a friend's attempt to kindle self-esteem
A friend's attempt to boost self-esteem through connection.
Coffee and smokes at River Park
Sharing a moment at River Park with coffee and cigarettes.
With her hand on mine she begged: "don't you fall apart"
A friend urging to hold on and not fall apart.
Just lie and tell me
Advocating for comforting lies to maintain a facade of well-being.
I'll be fine
Seeking reassurance that things will be okay.
Maybe something you could say will make me feel good enough
Openness to the possibility that comforting words can bring solace.
These days are the pages I don't want to read
Reiteration of a desire to skip the undesirable parts of life.
Just turn me to the good parts that will never be
Yearning for positive aspects that may never materialize (repeated).
A cruel author's character - penned for tragedy
Feeling like a character in a tragic story, authored by life's cruelty (repeated).
Just turn me to the good parts that will never be
Yearning for positive aspects that may never materialize (repeated).
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