Sundays
Reflections on Love, Growth, and Pain
Lyrics
I ain't got nothing to hide but I act like I do
I don't have anything to hide, but I behave as if I do
When I dream I am dreaming of you
My dreams involve thoughts of you
Give me seeds of your truth
Share your honest thoughts with me
And I'll grow like a clover up over the hill
If you provide me with the essence of truth, I'll flourish like a clover over the hill
She gave me sun rays I hope that you will
She brought positivity into my life, and I hope you will too
Least give me Sundays cause I need to heal
At least grant me Sundays for healing
I'll die a thousand deaths
I face numerous challenges and hardships
Look what you did to me
Reflecting on the impact you had on me
Why are you proud of this mess?
Why do you take pride in this chaotic situation?
And its clear immaturity brought you to me
It's evident that your lack of maturity led you to me
Are you sure what you want what you need
Are you certain about your desires and needs?
Isn't different than you thought it'd be
Reality may differ from your expectations
Is it different than you thought it'd be?
Questioning if the situation matches your expectations
Cause everything changes and I'm quite amazed
Change is constant, and I am surprised by it
That I walked to this party for basically no reason
I attended a party without a clear purpose
Everyone wanna be free
Everyone desires freedom
But the way that they talk they ain't ever gone be
People talk about freedom but might never attain it
Do you wanna
Repetition of "Do you wanna" - unclear without additional context
Do you wanna
-Do you wanna
-Do you wanna
-Do you wanna
-Do you wanna
-Do you wanna be with me
Repetition of "Do you wanna be with me" - emphasis on desire for connection
Do you wanna be with me
-Alright, yeah
Expressing agreement or confirmation
Blue, green, grey envelopes
Colors of envelopes, possibly representing emotions or memories
In memory of the way we went
In memory of past experiences
Walking blindly
Walking without clear direction
Our eyes fixated on the unimportant
Focus on unimportant matters
I can't accept health and mental hygiene
Struggling with accepting both physical and mental well-being
Frayed strands of rope only weaken
Weakened by frayed strands of rope, a metaphor for fragile connections
You let my words hang in the air like snowflakes
Words left hanging like snowflakes in the air
Gently let me down with no breaks
Gently disappointed without any resistance
It hurt more for me than you
The pain is more significant for me than for you
I'm sure
Expressing certainty about the emotional impact
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