Failed Design
Worlds Apart: Embracing Desolation and Self-Realization
Lyrics
Here I am.
Expressing presence or existence.
Endless, nameless, draped in white, shameless.
Describing oneself as boundless, unidentified, adorned in purity without shame.
The sun shines on glitter gold.
Highlighting a positive scene with the sun and gold, possibly contrasting with personal struggles.
The angels float here in the glow.
Imagining a serene place with angels, emphasizing contrast with the bitter reality.
The taste is bitter, the flavor I've savored.
Describing a bitter experience that has been relished or experienced.
I don't want to be saved.
Rejecting the idea of salvation, possibly embracing suffering or challenges.
Softly, I fall into a bed of flowers.
Transitioning to a softer, more delicate state, possibly symbolizing vulnerability.
You couldn't understand unless you've felt it.
Challenging others to comprehend a difficult experience through personal feeling.
Your empty eyes want to decide.
Addressing judgment from others with empty eyes, asserting personal autonomy in decision-making.
Well, I've already made up my mind.
Affirming a resolute decision already made, despite external opinions.
Don't pity me with your candy hearts.
Rejecting pity offered with insincere or superficial gestures like "candy hearts."
When you couldn't relate.
Noting a lack of understanding from others when one couldn't relate.
We are worlds apart.
Emphasizing a significant distance or disconnection between individuals or perspectives.
Softly, I fall into a bed of flowers.
Repeating the transition into a softer state, possibly reinforcing vulnerability.
The world doesn't love us and it owes us shit. It's not hard to search for this lack of purpose.
Expressing a cynical view of the world's love and acknowledging a sense of purposelessness.
It's hard to digest the vomit and blood is stuck in my chest.
Describing difficulty in accepting and processing unpleasant experiences, like vomit and blood.
I am the sand in the air. You will wash away tonight.
Identifying oneself as transient and suggesting a cleansing or erasure.
I am the stain on your blouse, you can squint at if you like.
Acknowledging a lasting mark or impact that others may choose to overlook.
I know it stings, the way things should have been.
Recognizing the pain of unrealized potential or missed opportunities.
I know it stings.
Reiterating the emotional sting associated with unfulfilled expectations.
Softly, I fall into a bed of flowers.
Concluding with a repetition of the vulnerability and softness in a bed of flowers.
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