Hours Are Wasted
Heavenly Hell: Unveiling the Depths of Emotion in 'Hours Are Wasted'
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See through me, I´ll die in you.
Expressing vulnerability, a plea to be seen and understood deeply.
Drive through my hell, these hours are wasted.
Enduring a difficult or painful experience, with time being wasted.
Won´t you dive in me, you breathe me in
Inviting someone to explore the inner self, to become an integral part.
I am but air, polluted but still,
Describing oneself as intangible like air, acknowledging pollution or flaws.
dive in me, let me in.
Asking for inclusion, a desire for emotional closeness.
I am just water, I am nothing less.
Identity as fluid, emphasizing one's adaptability and lack of permanence.
Cold like stone
Portraying emotional coldness and hardness, possibly resilience or numbness.
And nothin feels the same anymore,
Expressing a sense of change and loss of familiarity in life.
tried so goddamn hard to please.
Struggling to meet expectations, attempting to please but feeling unsuccessful.
This was enough for you.
Suggesting that the effort was sufficient for the other person.
All that I had, here I lost myself,
Reflecting on personal sacrifice, losing oneself for someone else.
here in this heavenly hell.
Describing a conflicted and intense emotional state, a paradoxical experience.
I am cold like stone, and thinking slow. Yes, I´m bleeding still
Reiterating emotional coldness and slow cognitive processing, enduring pain.
I am just water, I am nothin less, brushed away like ashes from the dust.
Emphasizing fluid identity again, being discarded like ashes.
How can you think I feel free, you build these walls around me.
Feeling confined by external influences, questioning the concept of freedom.
You still talk of love and peace.
Noting the contradiction of talking about love and peace within restrictive walls.
How can you think I am at ease, can´t kill the man inside me.
Expressing inner conflict and inability to suppress one's true self.
I long for a sweet release.
Longing for liberation or relief from internal struggles.
How can you think I feel free, you build these walls around me.
Repeating the theme of feeling constrained, walls preventing true freedom.
You still talk of love and peace.
Highlighting the contrast between talk of love and peace and the reality of confinement.
Is this what you think about me, you´ll use and try to break me.
Perceiving external judgment, anticipating attempts to manipulate and weaken.
I can see, you´re filled with envy.
Recognizing envy in others, suggesting a source of conflict or tension.
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