Fallen Leaves
Reflections on Loss and Acceptance
Lyrics
The verge of tears
The intense emotions close to crying
The end of time
An indication of reaching the conclusion or limit of something, possibly time
It gets so hard to compartmentalize
Struggling to compartmentalize or separate different aspects of life
What I've lost
Reflecting on things that have been lost
And what remains
Considering what still exists or remains
Do I really have a say
Questioning personal influence or control over a situation
The ugly wrath of cupidity
The destructive force of greed and desire
Reveals itself with strength and impulsivity
Manifestation of greed with power and impulsive actions
I'm holding on
Clutching onto something important
But slipping fast
Facing the challenge of losing grip rapidly
I seek the strength to tighten up my grasp
Searching for the strength to hold on tightly
Was it all just a means to an end
Reflecting on whether everything was just a means to an end
Or am I just hurt to have lost a dear friend
Contemplating if the pain is from losing a close friend
Should I sort out all the memories
Debating whether to organize and make sense of memories
Or toss them with the fallen leaves
Considering discarding memories like fallen leaves, possibly to move on
Never to be heard from again
Deciding to let go of memories, perhaps for good
The verge of tears
Reiteration of intense emotions close to tears
The end of time
Repeating the idea of approaching an endpoint or conclusion
It gets so hard to compartmentalize
Struggling again with compartmentalization
What I've lost
Revisiting the theme of loss and what is left
And what remains
Reiterating the consideration of what remains
Do I really have a say
Repeating the question about personal influence or control
The ugly wrath of cupidity
Reiteration of the destructive force of greed
Reveals itself with strength and impulsivity
Repeating the manifestation of greed and its impulsive nature
I'm holding on
Emphasizing the act of holding on despite challenges
But slipping fast
Reiterating the difficulty of maintaining the hold
I seek the strength to tighten up my grasp
Repeating the search for strength to tighten the grip
Was it all just a means to an end
Revisiting the question of whether it was all a means to an end
Or am I just hurt to have lost a dear friend
Repeating the contemplation of the pain from losing a friend
Sometimes your gone too long, to ever go back again
Acknowledging that sometimes it's impossible to return after being gone for too long
And that's what's so hard to accept
Expressing the difficulty in accepting the impossibility of certain situations
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