The Feel Good Song of the Year
Unveiling the Bittersweet Symphony of Self-Reflection
Lyrics
I never thought the day would come when I
The speaker never expected to be the source of negativity or harm.
Would be the poison in the pen I use to write
They acknowledge being the cause of pain through their words or actions.
You said you were alone in somewhat of a nervous tone
The listener expressed feeling alone in a slightly anxious manner.
I guess it was the blank look on your face that was easy to replace
The speaker found it easy to replace the listener due to their expressionless face.
So then I went and drank myself into an idiot all through the night
The speaker drowned their sorrows in alcohol all night, becoming foolish.
Recounting all my paranoid and selfish thoughts but I was right
They recounted paranoid and selfish thoughts, believing them to be accurate.
I made a space for you inside my soul
The speaker made a place in their inner self for the listener.
And let my feelings kill the part that I control
Emotions overwhelmed the speaker, suppressing their self-control.
So part of you was me, neglectful maybe cold it seemed
They felt intertwined with the listener, though possibly neglectful or distant.
Despite having the wounds we both imbibe, the scars are
Despite shared wounds, the visible marks are inescapable.
Somewhere we can't hide
The scars are in a place where they can't be concealed.
I then stayed up for two more years just thinking of the sacrifice you made
The speaker spent years dwelling on the sacrifice made by the listener.
Indifferent to the reason so apparent in the pain
They were indifferent to the obvious reasons causing pain.
I polished off another drink and taught myself to numb and drift away
Used alcohol to numb themselves and escape reality.
For one more night so I could justify the day
Justified their actions of numbing themselves to cope with the day.
So now I entertain the thought of going on all alone
Considered the idea of continuing life alone without the listener.
But you are all the life I've ever known
Recognized the listener as the essence of their existence.
I swear one day I'll get it back something that is already dead and gone
Expressed hope to revive something that seems irrevocably lost.
Again I see the trumpet player looking for his song
Observation of someone seeking their purpose or identity.
Don't worry I won't follow you, that part of me is learning to let got
The speaker assures not following the listener, learning to let go of that part of themselves.
What was a space is like a cancer in my soul
The space they made for the listener now feels like a destructive force within.
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