Lyrics
It's fading faster
The intensity or significance is diminishing quickly.
The dying light of our day
The remaining faint illumination of our day or relationship.
The bittersweet laughter, a love that's just for display
The laughter that holds both happiness and sadness, a love that's merely a façade.
The mornings after, they don't feel the same
The days following an event or moment no longer carry the same emotions or impact.
They don't feel the same
Reiteration that the subsequent days lack the previous emotional resonance.
They don't feel the same
-Too afraid to give up,
Out of fear, we persist and continue, unwilling to abandon our pursuits.
We grind our dreams into dust
We work hard on our aspirations but end up crushing them into insignificance.
And it's all getting too much, too much
The pressure or burden becomes overwhelming.
We're too afraid to give up,
Similar to line 8, reiterating fear preventing us from stopping.
We grind our dreams into dust, into dust, into dust
Repetition of the concept of destroying dreams due to fear or pressure.
I didn't want it from you
There was no desire or necessity for something from each other.
You didn't need it from me
-We're loosening our grip on this false reality
We're releasing our grasp on an artificial or misleading existence.
I didn't want it from you
Reiteration of the lack of necessity or desire in the relationship.
You didn't need it from me
-We're nowhere near the people we thought that we could be
We are far from achieving the potential we once believed we had.
Thought that we could be
Repeating the notion of the disparity between our actual selves and our imagined potential.
The people we thought that we could be
-The people we thought that we could be
-Thought that we could be, thought that we could be
-We're frozen, the picture in a frame
We're stuck, unable to progress, like a frozen image in time.
Painted smiles, 2-D lives, it's just child's play
Our lives seem shallow, lacking depth or authenticity.
Nostalgic notions, they won't last
Memories or ideals from the past won't endure.
We can't think about our future, if we idolise our past
We hinder our ability to envision the future by excessively glorifying the past.
Too afraid to give up,
Replication of the fear-driven cycle of destroying aspirations.
We grind our dreams into dust
-And it's all getting too much, too much
-We're too afraid to give up,
-We grind our dreams into dust, into dust, into dust
-I didn't want it from you
Reiteration of the absence of necessity or desire in the relationship, and the disconnect from envisioned potential.
You didn't need it from me
-We're loosening our grip on this false reality
-I didn't want it from you
-You didn't need it from me
-We're nowhere near the people we thought that we could be
-Thought that we could be
Repeated reflection on the gap between perceived and actual selves.
The people we thought that we could be
-The people we thought that we could be
-Thought that we could be, thought that we could be
-We burnout, we burnout, we burnout, we burnout
We exhaust ourselves, burning out from the pressures and expectations.
Oh we just burnout
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