Real Person
Unveiling the Journey Within: Real Person's Poignant Exploration
Lyrics
Real Person
Introduction: Title "Real Person"
There’s a couple things I need to patch up
Expressing a need to fix some things in life
Ask my mother for some help to pack up
Seeking assistance from the mother to pack up
Leave a part of me right here forever
Leaving a lasting impact or memory in a particular place
There’s a silence to an empty space
Highlighting the silence in an empty space
Mourn the memories; they start to fade
Mourning fading memories
All this gravity comes from the pressure
Feeling the weight of life's challenges
When are we told?
Raising questions about when important information is shared
Are we taught how to grow?
Questioning if growing up is taught
Now that I’m getting older
Reflecting on the process of aging
Am I the last to know?
Expressing a sense of being uninformed or late in understanding
When do you feel like a real person?
Pondering the feeling of being a genuine person
Keep waiting for that moment when
Awaiting a specific moment to feel like a real person
I’ll feel like it feels certain
Anticipating a sense of certainty in the feeling
I’m open but my feet are frozen
Feeling open but emotionally restrained or stagnant
In motion
Acknowledging being in motion or progress
And my stomach turns while my head keeps hoping
Experiencing internal conflict between hope and anxiety
I’ll feel like a real person
Desiring to feel like a genuine person
Is there a little good in all the bad luck?
Questioning if there's any positivity in unfortunate events
Do all the little bruises start to add up?
Wondering if small hardships accumulate over time
Will all the broken pieces fit together?
Contemplating the possibility of putting oneself back together
Part of me fears that the fear never ends
Fearing that some fears are perpetual
And part of me steers down a road that’s pretend
Considering a path that may be imaginary or misleading
All of me knows you can’t go back again
Acknowledging the impossibility of returning to the past
When do you feel like a real person?
Repeating the question of when one feels like a real person
Keep waiting for that moment when
Continuing to wait for that defining moment
I’ll feel like it feels certain
Expecting a specific feeling of certainty
I’m open but my feet are frozen
Feeling open but constrained or stuck in motion
In motion
Experiencing physical and emotional conflict
And my stomach turns while my head keeps hoping
Internal conflict between hope and anxiety persists
I’ll feel like a real person
Desiring to feel like a genuine person
When do ya? When do ya?
Repeating the question, emphasizing the uncertainty
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