who am i
Lost in Myself: Solitiverse's Struggle with Identity and Depression
Lyrics
So in every art one realizes
Every artistic endeavor involves a realization.
There comes a point where your will is exhausted
There comes a point where one's will is depleted.
You've tried everything to make something work
Despite trying everything, something refuses to work.
And it won't work
An acknowledgment of failure or frustration.
Who am I?
A fundamental question about identity and purpose.
I've been losing bits and pieces of what made me me
Experiencing a gradual loss of one's true self.
Wretched mind
A mind filled with distress or misery.
I've been laying in the dirt it's getting harder to breathe
Physically and emotionally struggling, finding it hard to survive.
Honestly depression has been tearing down the walls
Depression is breaking down mental barriers.
I cannot control my thoughts or anything at all
A lack of control over thoughts and life in general.
Sometimes I call for help
Reaching out for assistance when overwhelmed.
It's too hard to love myself
Self-love is a challenging task.
I've been so lost and I'm feeling stuck
Feeling lost and stuck in life's journey.
I don't need the therapy I just need love
Expressing a need for love over therapy.
Go to bed empty and I wake up feeling numb
Nighttime brings emptiness and morning brings numbness.
I don't wanna go to work don't wanna keep it up
Reluctance to face daily responsibilities.
At the top of the equator wanna live inside a cabin
Desire to escape to a peaceful place, away from society.
Write all of my thoughts inside a book and never track it
Aspiration to document thoughts without judgment.
Sometimes I talk to god but I never get replies
Seeking connection with a higher power, yet feeling unheard.
Bet you can tell I'm losing faith in these tired eyes
Losing faith, evident in tired eyes.
I don't wanna grow old
Resisting the idea of aging.
I close my eyes
Escaping reality by closing one's eyes.
I just wanna find home
A longing to find a place of belonging.
No I'm not alright
An admission of not being okay.
Who am I?
Repetition of the central question about identity.
I've been losing bits and pieces of what made me me
Reiterating the gradual loss of self.
Wretched mind
Repetition of a troubled state of mind.
I've been laying in the dirt it's getting harder to breathe
Continued struggle, now intensifying.
Honestly depression has been tearing down the walls
Depression persistently breaking down mental barriers.
I cannot control my thoughts or anything at all
Continued lack of control over thoughts and life.
Sometimes I call for help
Reaching out for help remains a recurring theme.
It's too hard to love myself
Reaffirming the difficulty of self-love.
I don't wanna grow old
Reiteration of resistance to growing old.
I close my eyes
Repeating the act of closing one's eyes to escape.
I just wanna find home
Reiterating the desire to find a sense of home.
No I'm not alright
Reaffirmation of not being okay.
And then to achieve the perfection of the art
Artistic perfection requires a spontaneous event.
Something has to happen of itself
Something significant must happen naturally for perfection.
Which we variously call grace inspiration or tyrique
Variously named divine intervention or inspiration is essential.
And the problem that everyone's wanted to know
A universal quest for the secret to achieving perfection.
Is how to make that happen
The challenge of making perfection occur remains unanswered.
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