A Therapist's Heart
A Therapist's Heart: Unveiling Stories of Pain, Courage, and Belonging
Lyrics
The stories I hear, the lowest of lows
The narrator hears stories, particularly those of extreme lows.
It's the bulletproof pain that nobody can know
Expressing a pain so intense that it feels impenetrable to others.
The weight of your life felt deep in my chest
The emotional weight of people's lives affects the narrator deeply.
It's a beautiful burden I have to suppress
Viewing the emotional burden as beautiful but something that needs to be kept hidden.
All the stories of loss, of courage and fear
Stories encompass loss, courage, and fear.
Of the loneliest child with her loneliest tears
Highlighting the loneliness experienced by a child shedding tears.
When she sits on her bed and can't handle the pain
A depiction of a girl overwhelmed by pain, seeking solace in music.
She gets lost in her music it takes her away
Music serves as an escape for the girl from her painful reality.
So no wonder I cry and I go home and grieve
Narrator acknowledges crying and grieving due to the emotional toll.
And I search for the answers they never come easy
Seeking answers but realizing they are elusive.
No wonder I lie when you ask how are you
The narrator admits to lying when asked about their well-being.
'Cause I know that we both couldn't handle the truth
Both the narrator and the listener may struggle with the harsh truth.
And no wonder I cry
Reiterating the act of crying, suggesting emotional pain.
When I feel so alone in this room full of people I'm never at home
Feeling isolated in a crowd, indicating a sense of not belonging.
It's no wonder I lie down, forever awake
Expressing a perpetual state of wakefulness, perhaps due to emotional turmoil.
Oh God if you're real could you take me away
An intense plea for escape, questioning the existence of a higher power.
The stories I hear of fighting through fear
Stories of facing fear head-on and finding courage.
When the world turns against you your courage draws near
When confronted by adversity, courage emerges.
It's an undying whisper of life underneath
Describing a subtle, persistent force underlying life.
That I cannot create but can help to reveal
The narrator can't create life but can help reveal its essence.
All the stories of bravery, seeing the past
Stories of bravery and retrospection, viewing the past through love and compassion.
Through the harrowing lens of deep love and compassion
Reflecting on challenging experiences with empathy.
There's a moment of awe when the cover is dropped
A moment of realization when masks are dropped, revealing one's true self.
And you finally see that you've always belonged
Discovering a sense of belonging that was always present.
So no wonder I cry and I go home and grieve
Repeating the theme of crying and searching for elusive answers.
And I search for the answers they never come easy
Continuing the struggle for understanding.
No wonder I lie when you ask how are you
Admitting to lying about personal well-being due to the difficulty of the truth.
'Cause I know that we both couldn't handle the truth
Emphasizing the shared struggle of facing difficult truths.
And no wonder I cry
Reiteration of the emotional release through crying.
When I feel so alone in this room full of people I'm never at home
Feeling alone in a crowd, emphasizing the lack of connection.
It's no wonder I lie down, forever awake
Continuing the theme of perpetual wakefulness and yearning for escape.
Oh God if you're real could you take me away
A plea to a higher power for release from emotional pain.
So please forgive me
A plea for forgiveness for withdrawing from others due to emotional exhaustion.
When I turn you away at the end of the day it's too much
Explaining the need to distance oneself at the end of the day due to emotional overload.
And please forgive me when I wear a disguise
Asking for forgiveness for wearing a disguise, likely to conceal personal struggles.
'Cause the stories inside are too much
The disguise is a coping mechanism to handle overwhelming internal stories.
And please forgive me when the journey through pain
Requesting forgiveness for feeling that the journey through pain is insatiable.
Somehow seems like it's never enough
The emotional journey seems endless and never fully satisfying.
It's moving through me
Expressing that the emotional turmoil is a dynamic force moving through the narrator.
'Cause my therapist heart isn't broken, it's filled to the top
Contrary to appearances, the therapist's heart is not broken but filled to capacity.
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