Cry
Heartbreak Symphony: Shark Puppet's Melancholic Journey
Lyrics
I thought our love was real but I guess that was a lie
The speaker believed their love was genuine, but now realizes it was a falsehood.
Every time I look at old pictures I just wanna cry
Looking at old photos triggers strong emotions, leading to a desire to cry.
There is always a tear coming out of my eye
The constant presence of tears reflects the enduring pain of the breakup.
Will never forget the day that you said bye bye
A poignant memory of the day when the partner said goodbye lingers in the speaker's mind.
I thought our love was real but I guess that was a lie
Reiteration of the realization that the perceived love was false.
Every time I look at old pictures I just wanna cry
Repeating the emotional impact of viewing old pictures and the desire to cry.
There is always a tear coming out of my eye
Continuation of the theme of tears as a constant expression of emotional pain.
Will never forget the day that you said bye bye
Recalling the significant moment when the partner said goodbye.
You said bye bye why did you have to go
The speaker questions the reason behind the partner's departure, expressing sadness.
Thought we had something but you were just another hoe
Realization that the perceived special connection was not genuine, using a derogatory term.
Cause of this breakup you got me snorting snow
Suggesting coping mechanisms like substance use (snorting snow) due to the breakup.
Wow, I'm really at my lowest low
Expressing a deep emotional low as a consequence of the breakup.
Never mind you better forget that
Encouraging to forget negative thoughts or memories.
I'm about to destroy you with this track
A threat to respond strongly, possibly through a musical composition (track).
Shouldn't of believed what you said you were talking smack
Regretting trusting the partner's words, feeling deceived.
You lied straight to my face and stabbed me in the back
Accusing the partner of lying directly and betraying trust.
I gotta move on
A commitment to moving on from the past relationship.
You are long gone
Acknowledging the partner is no longer part of the speaker's life.
Expressing my feelings through this song
Using music as an outlet to express and cope with emotions.
We went back and forth like ping pong
Describing the back-and-forth nature of the relationship, likening it to a ping pong game.
I'm smashing my chest like King Kong
A metaphorical expression of frustration and anguish, invoking King Kong.
Smoking cheese out a bong
A vivid and perhaps surreal image of smoking, possibly to numb the pain.
But happiness won't last to long
Despite attempts to find joy, happiness seems fleeting.
Why did you, go why did you leave me
Pleading for an explanation of why the partner left.
I thought are love was real did you not believe me
Reiterating the belief in the sincerity of the speaker's love.
Why did you go, why did you leave me
Repeating the plea for an explanation of the departure, expressing hurt.
I thought are love was real but you just deceived me
Highlighting the perceived deception in the partner's actions.
I thought our love was real but I guess that was a lie
Reiteration of the realization that the perceived love was false.
Every time I look at old pictures I just wanna cry
Repeating the emotional impact of viewing old pictures and the desire to cry.
There is always a tear coming out of my eye
Continuation of the theme of tears as a constant expression of emotional pain.
Will never forget the day that you said bye bye
Recalling the significant moment when the partner said goodbye.
I thought our love was real but I guess that was a lie
Reiteration of the realization that the perceived love was false.
Every time I look at old pictures I just wanna cry
Repeating the emotional impact of viewing old pictures and the desire to cry.
There is always a tear coming out of my eye
Continuation of the theme of tears as a constant expression of emotional pain.
Will never forget the day that you said bye bye
Recalling the significant moment when the partner said goodbye.
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