Lyrics
Victim, losing my colour
Feeling like a victim, losing vibrancy or vitality.
You're on the other side, the other side, the other side of me
Expressing separation or distance, both physically and emotionally.
And I can't stand to watch another tear fall
Cannot bear to witness another person's sadness or pain.
Maybe another time, another time, another time I feel you near
Hoping for another chance or moment when the person feels close.
Too much anticipation will make it hard to breathe
Excessive anticipation causing difficulty in breathing.
Too much am I drifting away from what we used to be
Drifting away from the past connection or relationship.
We wanted more than what we had
Desiring more than what was initially possessed.
We lost it all, it's in the past
Regret over losing everything, acknowledging it as part of the past.
Now we're out of reach
Stating the current state of being unreachable.
We walk away with empty hands
Walking away without anything, possibly referring to a failed relationship.
And every day reminds me that
Every day serving as a reminder of the current unattainable situation.
Now we're out of reach
Reiterating the theme of being out of reach.
Wasting time is not an option
Emphasizing the importance of not wasting time.
You're on the other side, the other side, the other side of me
Repeating the sense of being separated from someone.
Now we can save us running into trouble
Suggesting that the relationship can't be saved without facing challenges.
Maybe another time, another time, another time I feel you near
Expressing hope for another opportunity to feel closeness.
Too much anticipation will make it hard to breathe
Anticipation causing difficulty in breathing, reiterating the feeling.
Too much am I drifting away from what we used to be
Continued drift away from the past connection or relationship.
We wanted more than what we had
Original desire for more than what was initially possessed.
We lost it all, it's in the past
Regret over the loss, acknowledging it as part of the past.
Now we're out of reach
Reiterating the current state of being unreachable.
We walk away with empty hands
Walking away without anything, emphasizing emptiness.
And every day reminds me that
Every day serving as a painful reminder of the unattainable situation.
Now we're out of reach
Finalizing the theme, emphasizing the continued state of being out of reach.
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