Lyrics
Am I talking too much or should I say more
Expressing uncertainty about the appropriate amount of speech.
Am I taking up too much space
Questioning if one's presence is too imposing or consuming.
Or am I not taking up enough
Contemplating whether one is sufficiently asserting oneself.
You’ll have to forgive me
Requesting forgiveness for a perceived shortcoming.
Sometimes I often try to understand
Reflecting on the struggle to comprehend certain situations.
How to find balance in my blood
Searching for equilibrium in personal identity or heritage.
So I rest in my bed
Acknowledging a need for rest and introspection.
Unable to sleep thinking about how
Unable to sleep due to contemplation about self-identity.
I’m both the oppressor and the oppressed
Recognizing internal conflict as both an oppressor and oppressed.
And how my history was never taught in books
Reflecting on the absence of personal history in conventional education.
But how I was the one who erased it
Taking responsibility for the erasure of one's own history.
And I’ve got a split tongue
Introducing the metaphor of a split tongue, symbolizing internal duality.
And I can’t identify with either one
Expressing difficulty in identifying with either aspect of duality.
I’ve got a split tongue
Reiterating the presence of a split tongue, emphasizing the internal conflict.
And I guess I don’t belong to either one
Feeling a sense of detachment from both sides of the internal conflict.
I’ve got a split tongue
Emphasizing the persistent nature of the internal duality.
And I guess I don’t belong to either one
Repeating the sentiment of not belonging to either aspect of duality.
I’ve got a split tongue
Reiterating the presence of a split tongue, reinforcing the internal struggle.
And I guess I don’t belong to either one
Expressing the continued sense of not belonging to either side.
I’ve got a split tongue
Repeating the metaphor, underscoring the persistent internal conflict.
And I guess I don’t belong to anyone
Highlighting a sense of detachment and not belonging to anyone.
I’ve got a split tongue
Reiterating the theme of internal duality and detachment.
And I guess I don’t belong to either one
Continuing to express a lack of belonging to either aspect of duality.
I’ve got a split tongue
Stressing the persistent internal struggle represented by the split tongue.
And I guess I don’t belong to anyone
Concluding with a sense of not belonging to anyone, emphasizing isolation.
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