I Don't Speak, Pt. 1
Echoes of Identity: Unveiling the Depths in 'I Don't Speak, Pt. 1'
Lyrics
I don't speak
I am silent, not expressing myself verbally.
So speak to me closely, i'll try
Encourage communication with me intimately, and I will make an effort.
To keep eyes from drifting asleep
Attempt to stay awake and focused, preventing my attention from drifting.
I don't bleed
I do not experience emotional pain or suffering.
Your ramshackle teeth keep me locked
Your imperfect or makeshift words keep me captivated.
In your grip with nothing but a knife
I am trapped in your influence, with only a metaphorical knife for defense.
I was fast asleep, you stood there
I was deeply asleep, and you were present, waiting to trouble me during the day.
By the bedside waiting to haunt by day
Standing near the bed, ready to haunt and disturb my waking hours.
Someday we might meet, I won't shed
Someday, we may encounter each other, and I won't mourn the loss of what you took.
A tear for the things that you stole
I won't shed tears for the stolen possessions or experiences.
I can't read
I lack the ability to understand or interpret.
The things that you write in my head
The things you express in my mind through writing are incomprehensible.
Too complex
They are too intricate or complicated for me to comprehend.
That sea of noise you make
Your overwhelming noise or communication is like a vast sea that I cannot navigate.
I can't flee
I am unable to escape or avoid your influence.
Now we are Siamese twins
We are deeply connected, like Siamese twins.
And we've been
We have been intertwined for a significant amount of time.
It took so long to see
It took a considerable duration to realize.
You becoming me
You are gradually becoming a part of me.
I was fast asleep, you stood there
I was in a state of deep sleep, and you were there, waiting to disturb my daytime thoughts.
By the bedside waiting to haunt by day
Similar to line 8, emphasizing the haunting presence waiting by the bedside.
Someday we might meet, i won't shed
Anticipating a future encounter where I won't mourn the losses caused by you.
A tear for the things that you stole
No sorrow or tears for the things taken away by you.
Your roots go far and deep, they strangle
Your influence extends deeply and tightly, causing suffocation.
Frantic breathing needed to stay afloat
Anxiety or intense breathing is required to stay afloat in this situation.
It took so long to see
Reiteration of the prolonged time it took to realize the merging of identities.
You becoming me
The process of you becoming an integral part of me is completed.
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