Lyrics
I learned this trick at a young age.
I acquired a coping mechanism or strategy when I was young.
Never live in the spotlight.
I avoid living in the public eye or seeking attention.
I took all the goodness that I could find, held it up to the night.
I gathered all the positive qualities I could find and examined them during the night.
If I could give it all away, let the wind sweep it out of my hands.
If possible, I would willingly give away everything, letting it be carried away by the wind.
I could be free from the burden of lonesome pride.
To be free from the weight of pride, I'd let go of everything.
I'd be clean.
I would feel pure and unburdened.
The mind trails off until I snap back.
My thoughts wander until I return to reality.
The weight was simply replaced with shame.
The burden I carried was replaced with shame.
Facing the sun in hopes to stay warm, even without you.
Seeking warmth in the sun even in your absence.
How did I find the time to be gone so much?
Reflecting on the time spent away, questioning how it happened.
And see there it is, whispering to me like always.
A constant whispering presence, possibly negative or haunting.
You're familiar.
The whispering presence is recognized and known.
You've become my lullaby for quite some time now.
This presence has become a comforting influence over time.
The mind trails off until I snap.
Similar to line 8, thoughts wander until returning abruptly.
Can I correct all of layers of lies?
Questioning the possibility of correcting multiple layers of lies.
Risk taking, letting myself be known to you.
Taking risks, revealing oneself to another.
Offering all the pain and my goodness in hopes of what it could do.
Offering both pain and goodness with the hope of positive outcomes.
Maybe I'll find that true freedom.
Expressing a desire to find true freedom.
And maybe I'll hold it for a night.
The hope of holding onto that freedom, even if only for a short time.
Courage calls me out from my shell.
Summoned by courage to step out of one's protective shell.
Liberation waits until I bloom, bloom, bloom.
Liberation is anticipated to come with blooming.
Shame, haven't you had enough of me yet?
Expressing weariness with shame and its constant presence.
You're beginning to take all that I am.
Shame is starting to consume the individual.
Haven't you had, all that you want?
A question to shame, suggesting it has taken enough from the person.
You're beginning to take away.
Shame is gradually taking away more from the individual.
Haven't you had, all that you want?
A repeated question to shame, emphasizing its insatiable nature.
I know you've had all of me.
An acknowledgment that shame has taken everything from the person.
Haven't you had, all that you want?
A repeated question to shame, perhaps expressing frustration or resignation.
All of me.
An affirmation that shame has taken all of the person.
So instead of pushing you away by needing you to stay, I refrain from casually allowing this shame to stay.
Choosing not to push someone away by needing them, avoiding allowing shame to linger casually.
And allow you to leave, allow you to go, allow you to be whatever it is that you get to be.
Allowing the person to leave, go, and be whatever they choose to be.
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