Trust
Navigating Shadows: A Personal Odyssey Through Trust and Self-Reflection
Lyrics
I try to hide my cellular when you walk in the room
I try to conceal my phone when you enter the room.
I only speak the truth if its under a nom de plume
I only speak the truth when using a pen name.
Don’t know why I’m afraid
Uncertain about the reason for my fear.
Of really being Maeve
Fearful of truly embracing the identity of Maeve.
She has too much energy and she never shuts up
Describing Maeve as energetic and talkative.
Psychiatric medication did a number on my brain
Psychiatric medication had a profound effect on my mind.
I guess thats what I get for being clinically insane
Attributing the impact on the mind to clinical insanity.
The only one I trust is myself
Expressing a lack of trust in others, relying only on oneself.
I don’t even know why I ask for help
Questioning the reason for seeking help when trusting oneself.
No one wants to listen anyway
Believing that no one listens when seeking assistance.
I am too attached to my malaise
Feeling a strong attachment to one's melancholy state.
If I’m staring at the ceiling I can make it warp and change
Using imagination to alter perception while staring at the ceiling.
When I’m listening to music I see colors in my brain
Associating music with visual experiences, like seeing colors in the brain.
I think normal is subjective and it changes all the time
Contemplating the subjectivity and changing nature of normalcy.
Is it normal that the human race spends all their time online?
Questioning the normalcy of excessive online behavior in humanity.
Don’t know why I’m afraid
Reiteration of the uncertainty and fear about embracing Maeve's identity.
Of really being Maeve
Repeating the description of Maeve's energetic and talkative nature.
She has too much energy and she never shuts up
Reiteration of the impact of psychiatric medication on the mind.
Psychiatric medication did a number on my brain
Reiterating the consequences of being clinically insane.
I guess thats what I get for being clinically insane
Repeating the lack of trust in others, relying solely on oneself.
The only one i trust is myself
Reiterating the questioning of seeking help when trust is in oneself.
I don’t even know why I ask for help
Repeating the belief that no one listens when seeking assistance.
No one wants to listen anyway
Reiterating the strong attachment to one's melancholic state.
I am too attached to my malaise
Repeating the imaginative influence on perception.
You’re just being dramatic dramatic dramatic
Accusing someone of being overly dramatic.
I think I’ve really had it had it had it oh
Expressing frustration and exhaustion with a situation.
You’re just being dramatic dramatic dramatic
Repeating the accusation of someone being overly dramatic.
What would you expect from a girl who plays the cello?
Pondering expectations based on playing the cello.
You’re just being dramatic dramatic dramatic
Repeating the expression of frustration and exhaustion.
I think I’ve really had it had it had it oh
Reiterating the sense of reaching a breaking point.
You’re just being dramatic dramatic dramatic
Repeating the accusation of someone being overly dramatic.
What would you expect from a girl who plays the cello?
Pondering expectations based on playing the cello.
The only one i trust is myself
Repeating the lack of trust in others, relying only on oneself.
I don’t even know why I ask for help
Repeating the questioning of seeking help when trust is in oneself.
No one wants to listen anyway
Repeating the belief that no one listens when seeking assistance.
I am too attached to my malaise
Reiterating the strong attachment to one's melancholic state.
It can’t just be me who’s obsessed with what they eat and counts calories meticulously
Suggesting a shared obsession with food and meticulous calorie counting.
It can’t just be me who wont answer the phone yet I stay up late wondering why I’m alone
Suggesting a shared experience of avoiding calls and pondering loneliness.
It can’t just be me who stutters when I speak only if the conversation is important
Suggesting a shared experience of stuttering in important conversations.
It can’t just be me who has no one to talk to singing a song that no one wants to hear
Suggesting a shared experience of singing unheard songs due to lack of audience.
The only one i trust is myself
Repeating the lack of trust in others, relying only on oneself.
I don’t even know why I ask for help
Repeating the questioning of seeking help when trust is in oneself.
No one wants to listen anyway
Repeating the belief that no one listens when seeking assistance.
I am too attached to my malaise
Reiterating the strong attachment to one's melancholic state.
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