You've Made Me What I Am

Love's Descent: A Tale of Transformation
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Lyrics

You say that I'm no angel oh I know it much too well

You acknowledge that I have flaws, a realization I am well aware of.

How can you look into my eyes and ask me why I failed

You question my failures while looking into my eyes, implying a sense of responsibility.

You know that I still love you and I let you drag me down

Despite my love for you, I allowed myself to be influenced and pulled down by you.

How can you talk about me when you've made me what I am

You criticize and discuss me, but fail to recognize your role in shaping who I've become.


You've made me what I am but look who everybody blames

You are responsible for molding me into what I am, yet others blame me for it.

When you know you're the reason I hang my head in shame

You, knowing that you are the cause, contribute to my feelings of shame and low self-esteem.

Oh you tell me to forget you and to stop my hangin' round

You advise me to forget you and stop lingering around, but your influence is deeply ingrained.

I'd be ashamed if I were you you've made me what I am

If I were in your shoes, I would feel ashamed for the role you played in shaping who I've become.

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[Instrumental interlude]

You never really loved me but I found that out too late

Your love for me was never genuine, a realization that came too late for me.

I've tried to find the way to change my love for you to hate

I've tried to transform my love into hatred, struggling to cope with the impact of our relationship.

You act like you don't know me when there's someone else around

You pretend not to recognize me when others are present, emphasizing a lack of acknowledgment.

How can you hold your head up when you've made me what I am

You, despite your actions, hold your head high while I bear the consequences of your influence.


You've made me what I am...

You repeat that you've shaped me into what I am, underscoring your accountability.

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