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Seeking Love's Embrace: A Quest UnmetLyrics
Counting years upon my face
Reflecting on the passage of time as evident on the face.
Feeling older than my age
Feeling aged beyond the actual years lived.
Giving more than I can take
Giving more than one can handle or endure.
There is no one to run to
Expressing a sense of loneliness or lack of support.
Another day has passed and nothing’s changed
Notable events unfold, but there is no positive change.
I did it again
Repetition of a past action with potential negative consequences.
I let you in
Alluding to allowing someone into one's life again.
You said goodbye
A farewell is experienced, possibly a source of pain.
All these trains are taking me
Mention of various journeys, possibly metaphorical.
Places I can’t bare to see
Referring to places that evoke discomfort or pain.
I’ll close my eyes and let it be
Choosing to ignore or accept a situation without resistance.
There is no one to run to
Reiteration of the lack of someone to seek refuge or comfort in.
There is no one to run to
Emphasizing the absence of a support figure.
All I want is to love and be loved in return
Desire for reciprocal love and the importance of being loved.
I’ve been told it’s the greatest thing you’ll ever learn
Highlighting the significance of love as a life lesson.
Counting years upon my face
Reiteration of the impact of time on one's appearance.
Feeling older than my age
Feeling the effects of age beyond chronological years.
Giving more than I can take
Continued theme of giving more than one can endure.
There is no one to run to
Reinforcing the absence of a reliable source of support.
There is no one to run to
Repetition for emphasis on the lack of someone to turn to.
There is no one to run to
Stating again the absence of a supportive figure.
There is no one to run to
Emphasizing the ongoing lack of someone for solace.
There is no one to run to
Repetition highlighting the persistent absence of support.
There is no one
Final statement emphasizing the continued lack of someone to rely on.
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