Lyrics
(Know I'm still dancing with the ghost of you)
Feeling a connection or presence with the memory of someone who is no longer present
(Shadow moving on my wall when I'm alone inside my room)
Sense of a lingering presence or memory when alone in a room
(Never got to tell you how I feel)
Regret for not expressing emotions to the person
Know I'm still dancing with the ghost of you
Reiterating the emotional connection with the memory of the person
Shadow movin' on my wall when I'm alone inside my room
Continued experience of a presence or memory in solitude
Never got to tell you how I feel
Reiterating the regret of not expressing feelings
When I knew you were the only one that
Recognition of the person as the only source of healing or salvation
Could heal or save me, I'm sinking
Feeling of sinking or despair, with recognition of the inability to escape
There's no escaping, we'll all be by ourselves in the end
A contemplation on the inevitability of being alone eventually
Knife inside my back, thought I could call you my friend
Feeling betrayed with a metaphorical knife in the back from someone trusted
Always say I'm okay, know it's all pretend
Admitting to pretending to be okay despite the emotional struggle
Focused on the wrong things
Realization of misplaced focus on the wrong priorities
Pulse been slowing down but still, this shit does not alarm me
Acceptance of a slowing pulse, with indifference to alarming signs
Thought that I could make a difference, thought that I'd be there to fix it
Initial belief in the ability to make a positive impact and fix things
Now you're laying in my arms, watch your life leave
Witnessing the loss of life of the person once believed could be helped
(Know I'm still dancing with the ghost of you)
Repetition emphasizing the persistent connection with the memory
(Shadow moving on my wall when I'm alone inside my room)
Continuation of the sense of a moving shadow in solitude
(Never got to tell you how I feel, tell you how I feel)
Repeating the regret of not expressing feelings
Know I'm still dancing with the ghost of you
Reiteration of the emotional connection with the memory of the person
Shadow movin' on my wall when I'm alone inside my room
Continued experience of a presence or memory in solitude
Never got to tell you how I feel (Tell you how I feel)
Repetition of the regret of not expressing feelings
Never got to tell you how I feel
Reiteration of the missed opportunity to communicate feelings
When I knew you were the only one that
Recognition of the person as the only source of healing or salvation
Could heal or save me, I'm sinking
Feeling of sinking or despair, with recognition of the inability to escape
There's no escaping, we'll all be by ourselves in the end
A contemplation on the inevitability of being alone eventually
Knife inside my back, thought I could call you my friend
Feeling betrayed with a metaphorical knife in the back from someone trusted
Always say I'm okay, know it's all pretend
Admitting to pretending to be okay despite the emotional struggle
Focused on the wrong things
Realization of misplaced focus on the wrong priorities
Pulse been slowing down but still, this shit does not alarm me
Acceptance of a slowing pulse, with indifference to alarming signs
Thought that I could make a difference, thought that I'd be there to fix it
Initial belief in the ability to make a positive impact and fix things
Now you're laying in my arms, watch your life leave
Witnessing the loss of life of the person once believed could be helped
Thought that I could make a difference, thought that I'd be there to fix it
Repetition emphasizing the persistent connection with the memory
Now you're laying in my arms, watch your life leave
-(Now you're laying in my arms, watch your life leave)
Continuation of witnessing the loss of life and its impact
(Now you're laying in my arms, watch your life leave)
-(Now you're laying in my arms, watch your life leave)
-(Now you're laying in my arms, watch your life leave)
-(Now you're laying in my arms, watch your life) Leave
Emphasizing the act of witnessing the departure of life
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