Hideaway
Unveiling Lost Sanctuaries: Protagonist's Hideaway Chronicles
Lyrics
You were my rock, you were my anchor
You used to be my source of strength and stability.
No longer shielding me from the blisters, the sores, and cankers
You are no longer protecting me from pain, suffering, and troubles.
All those nights of tossing and turning
Referring to restless nights of inner turmoil and anxiety.
Past embers brightly burning
Past experiences that were once vibrant and alive.
Now I'm left with this travesty of third degree burns and charred memories
Now I am left with severe emotional wounds and painful memories.
Places are like ghosts
Locations and memories linger like specters.
They can haunt us all
Memories have the power to affect everyone.
What are you trying to conjure from me?
Questioning the motives or intentions behind someone's actions.
The ghosts of Christmas past
Reflecting on past joyful times associated with Christmas.
The ones who never last
Alluding to relationships that couldn't withstand the test of time.
Another foreclosed hideaway
A reference to a lost and abandoned place of solace.
You woulda, coulda been
You could have been a significant part of my life.
The greatest story that I ever told
You had the potential to be an extraordinary chapter in my story.
Do you hear the sounds of my restless bones?
A metaphor for the audible signs of emotional distress.
They are growing old
My inner self is aging due to emotional challenges.
I'm so sick of transitional seasons
Frustration with periods of change and instability.
If we could only try change for treason
If only we could rebel against the changes causing pain.
I always take the worst of the beatings
Feeling disproportionately burdened by life's challenges.
Because I'm the first arriving and the last one
Being the first to face difficulties and the last to find relief.
You were my hideaway
You were once a place of safety and refuge for me.
Wreckage from the past united
Reflecting on the wreckage of the past that brought us together.
Our safe havens bulldozed and divided
Our safe spaces have been destroyed and separated.
I always take the worst of the beatings
Reiteration of feeling unfairly burdened by life's challenges.
Another foreclosed hideaway
A repetition of the idea of a lost and abandoned place of solace.
You were my hideaway
You were once my secure and comforting place.
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