This Isn't Me
Navigating Shadows: Phill Reynolds' Journey through the Mist of Self-Discovery
Lyrics
Quarter to six am
Feeling the early morning, almost 6 am
This seat is cold as hell
Expressing discomfort in a cold seat
I can barely control my hands
Struggling to control trembling hands
I wish I had someone to tell
Wishing for someone to confide in
I wish she was here by my side
Longing for companionship, specifically a woman
To glide on this pitch with me
Desiring a partner to share experiences
I wish this was just a ride
Wishing the current situation was just temporary
So I buckle up my expired dreams
Facing disappointment and confronting unfulfilled aspirations
Turn on the lights on this dread
Turning on lights to confront fears and uncertainties
Put on D this heart of mine
Possibly referencing putting on music ('D' could be an artist or genre)
And shout with the roar
Asserting vitality and defiance against despair
Im not dead
Reaffirming life despite challenges
Is this me?
Questioning personal identity and existence
A ghost at the steering wheel
Feeling disconnected or ghostly while driving
Is this me?
Repeating the identity questioning, possibly in disbelief
When the first ray of sun
Finding solace as the day begins
Comes to dry my cheeks
Experiencing relief as tears dry with the sunrise
I feel fine
Feeling content and okay
If the call of the Dark
Preparing for potential darkness or challenges
Will knock on my heart
Rejecting negativity and refusing its influence
I’ll say not this time
Declaring resilience against past struggles
No I won’t feel that evil again
Resisting the return of negative emotions
I just want to go on fast as I can
Expressing a desire for speed and progress
And stop saying
Ending the cycle of self-denial
This isn’t me
Reaffirming a rejection of the current self
Quarter to seven I am
Continuing the narrative, now approaching 7 am
A soft morning drift from the hills
Experiencing a serene morning scene
In front of me a wide open land
Encountering an expansive and open landscape
Please, Time, don’t fade
Pleading with time not to pass too quickly
Like this mist
Desiring to preserve the present moment
Please, Time, don’t drip
Imploring time not to slip away like mist
From her wrists
Metaphorically expressing a desire to prevent harm or loss
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