Lyrics
Emotion is my middle name
The speaker identifies with emotions, suggesting a personal connection to emotional experiences.
I lay in bed and listen to the rain
The speaker is in a contemplative state, lying in bed and reflecting while listening to the rain.
Put happy thoughts in to my head
The speaker attempts to focus on positive thoughts but is confronted by painful memories.
But I find instead the hurting words you said
The speaker recalls hurtful words spoken by someone, impacting their current state of mind.
Why won't you believe me
The speaker expresses frustration, questioning why their sincerity is not believed.
When I tell you the things that I see?
The speaker emphasizes their honesty and struggles with the disbelief of their observations.
And I'll still see you tomorrow at the show
The speaker anticipates encountering the person at a future event, possibly a performance.
It's been a long winded long time
Reflecting on a lengthy period, the speaker acknowledges the passage of time.
I wish I'd never met you
The speaker expresses regret, wishing they had never met the person causing distress.
I wish I could forget you
The speaker desires to erase the memories associated with the person and what was said.
And what you said
The content of what was said becomes a source of pain and lingers in the speaker's mind.
You're directing your complaints to me
The person is directing complaints towards the speaker, creating a tense and confrontational atmosphere.
I should walk away, I could easily
The speaker contemplates walking away from the situation, highlighting the ease with which they could do so.
Never hear a word you say
The speaker considers the option of not hearing further hurtful words from the person.
I'm not your robot or your slave
Rejecting the roles of a robot or slave, the speaker asserts independence and refusal to conform.
I won't behave, I'm not your toy
The speaker refuses to behave according to the other person's expectations, asserting their autonomy.
Go on go bury me with self righteousness
The person is encouraged to bury the speaker with their self-righteousness, acknowledging the speaker's confession of being just a boy.
I confess, I'm just a boy
The speaker admits to their youthful vulnerability and humanity.
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