Lyrics
One month from December, how the air makes me remember
Reflecting on a month in the past (not specifically December) and the nostalgic impact of the air on memories.
The weathered road that goes beyond my feet
Describing a worn-out road extending beyond one's current position.
Fall from my creation and I found my lamentation
Experiencing a downfall from personal creation, discovering a source of sorrow.
It's a hole in the sky big enough to see
Noting a metaphorical hole in the sky that is significant and visible.
It's a hole big enough to see
Repetition emphasizing the importance of the mentioned hole in the sky.
Don't cry for me
An emotional plea not to shed tears for the speaker.
Or who I used to be
Expressing a request to refrain from mourning the speaker's past self.
Cos I'm not who I was
Asserting a transformation, emphasizing that the speaker is no longer the person they once were.
Cos I'm not who I was
Repetition emphasizing the speaker's changed identity.
Morning in the distance, it's so bright I lost my vision
Describing a bright morning in the distance and the loss of clarity in vision.
The wayward sign was written in my palm
Referring to a sign that deviates from the expected path, possibly a symbol of life's unpredictability.
And as the season changes and I turn back all my pages
Highlighting the speaker's introspective act of turning back through personal history.
The sun might fade but it ain't ever lost
Recognizing that the sun may fade, but it never completely disappears, possibly conveying resilience.
I might fade but I ain't ever lost
Repetition emphasizing the enduring nature of the speaker, despite potential fading.
Don't cry for me, or who I used to be.
Reiterating the request not to grieve for the speaker's past self.
Cos I'm not who I was
Reaffirming the speaker's transformation and departure from their previous identity.
Coz I'm not who I was
Repetition underscoring the permanence of the speaker's changed state.
Don't cry for me
Repeating the plea for others not to cry for the speaker.
Or who I used to be
Restating the request not to mourn the speaker's past self.
Cos I'm not who I was
Reiterating the assertion that the speaker is not the same as they once were.
Cos I'm not who I was
Final repetition emphasizing the enduring transformation of the speaker's identity.
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