Lyrics
Found me dead on the side of the road, barely breathing,
Discovering a lifeless body on the roadside, struggling to breathe.
But my soul was seething alone,
The individual's soul is filled with intense anger or resentment, and they are isolated.
From all my guilt and shame
Reflecting on feelings of guilt and shame.
Found you dead inside of your room, barely breathing
Finding someone else in a similar state, barely alive in a room.
But your soul was screaming alone,
The person's soul is expressing distress and isolation.
It's time to put away your pain
Encouraging the other person to overcome their pain.
It's time you found out what I've been on about
Encouraging someone to understand the speaker's perspective.
Well misfortune's plain to see when she's staring back at me
Misfortune is evident when confronted directly, possibly in the form of personal struggles.
Ms. fortune's plain
Reiteration of the presence of Ms. Fortune, emphasizing its clarity.
When I came to I opened my eyes and I breathed in all the life I was pushing away
Regaining consciousness and realizing the value of life that was being neglected.
Before I'd go insane
Avoiding a descent into madness.
I look through you and I see something there that you don't see,
Perceiving something in the other person that they are unaware of.
If only you'd choose to believe me.
Urging the person to believe in the speaker and acknowledge their worth beyond pain.
You know you're more than just your pain.
Asserting that the person is more than the suffering they experience.
It's time you found out what I've been on about
Reiterating the importance of understanding the speaker's perspective.
It's time you knew,
Expressing the need for the other person to know something.
Those eyes see right through you
Highlighting the transparency of the person, suggesting their true self is visible.
The things that we've known,
Referring to shared experiences that both individuals are aware of.
We've held too much to keep it inside and hidden in the spaces we've shown
Acknowledging that too much has been held within and revealed in their shared spaces.
Why run, when there's nothing to hide?
Questioning the need to run or hide when there is nothing to conceal.
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