Birdcage
Trapped in Love's Birdcage: A Sinner's Journey of Heartache
Lyrics
I’m the mortal coil wrapped around your figure at the end of every day
I serve as a binding force around your presence every evening.
Pushing daisies through your letterbox never helped me find a way
Expressing feelings of helplessness, sending flowers through your door did not guide me towards a solution.
You’ve given up on the things that you told me to believe in
You have abandoned beliefs you once encouraged me to hold.
I remember the look on your face when you told me you were leaving
Recollection of the expression on your face when you revealed your departure.
I’m a sinner, things are never gonna be the same
Acknowledging personal flaws, recognizing that life has changed irreversibly.
You’re my compass spinner
You, my guiding force, are now uncertain or wavering.
Still you keep my heart trapped inside your birdcage
Despite the turmoil, my emotions remain confined within the metaphorical birdcage of your influence.
I’m the mortal coil wrapped around your figure at the end of every day
Reiteration of being entwined with your essence daily.
I’ll keep persisting like a stubborn weed through the debris, and grow
Determined persistence akin to a resilient weed amidst challenges.
I’ve given up on myself and the things that I believe in
I've lost faith in myself and the principles I once held dear.
I remember the look on your face and I just couldn’t believe it
Reflecting on the disbelief felt upon witnessing the expression on your face.
I’m a sinner, things are never gonna be the same
Admitting to personal faults and the irreversible change in circumstances.
You’re my compass spinner
Your role as a guiding influence is now uncertain or unstable.
Still you keep my heart trapped inside your birdcage
Despite the chaos, my emotions remain confined within the metaphorical birdcage of your influence.
I set fire to everything you left
Symbolic act of destroying everything you left behind.
I didn’t think about the downsides in loving you to death
Realization of not considering the negative aspects of loving intensely.
Pushing daisies through your letterbox
Repetition of sending flowers through your door, possibly as a futile attempt to reconnect.
Trying to find all of the things I lost
Searching for things lost, possibly related to the aftermath of the relationship.
Taking time to try to right the wrongs
Taking the necessary time to correct mistakes and reconcile.
Maybe there’s nothing wrong with me
Expressing doubt about personal shortcomings and the possibility of being fundamentally fine.
I’m a sinner, things are never gonna be the same
Acknowledging personal flaws and the permanence of change.
You’re my compass spinner
Your guidance is uncertain or wavering.
Still you keep my heart trapped inside your birdcage
Despite the turmoil, my emotions remain confined within the metaphorical birdcage of your influence.
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