Lyrics
There's a boy sat outside my window
Reference to a boy sitting outside the speaker's window
When he cries, only I can hear
Speaker is the only one who hears the boy cry
As I pull him inside, to my room every night
Speaker brings the boy into their room and sets boundaries
I whisper, child, we don't do that here
Speaker advises the boy on what is not acceptable behavior
Little girl stood still upon my mantle
Introduction of a little girl on the mantle
Holds up the frame in which she stands
The girl holds a frame and is frozen in time
Smiles back through the glass, she waits till I pass
She smiles, waits for the speaker, and then hides her face
And then covers up her face with both hands
Symbolizes secrecy or hiding from the speaker
They all come at night when I'm dying to sleep
Mention of nighttime visits by mysterious figures
I'm taken hostage again by the weight of the sheets
The burden of the sheets represents emotional weight
Can you cut me free, or take my eyes at least
A plea for liberation or a desire for a different perspective
The ghosts that I see remind me of you
The ghosts remind the speaker of someone
Cause in the whites of their eyes I can see the truth
The truth is visible in the eyes of these apparitions
The fear and the shame and the pain I hide
Reference to fear, shame, and hidden pain
I don't wanna believe, please take my eyes
Reluctance to believe, a desire to escape through blindness
There's a boy who he is I don't remember
The boy is mysterious, and the speaker has forgotten who he is
But he whispers things I understand
The boy communicates with difficulty, seeking guidance
Through gritted teeth, almost chokes as he pleads
The boy is in distress and pleads for help
I can't see anymore, you must guide my hands
A request for assistance due to a loss of vision
They all come at night when I'm dying to sleep
Repetition of nighttime visits and the weight of emotional burdens
I'm taken hostage again by the weight of the sheets
Continued struggle with emotional imprisonment
Can you cut me free, or take my eyes at least
Repetition of a plea for freedom or an alternative perspective
The ghosts that I see remind me of you
Continuation of the haunting visions
Cause in the whites of their eyes I can see the truth
Reiteration of the truth visible in the eyes of the ghosts
The fear and the shame and the pain I hide
Recurrence of fear, shame, and hidden pain
I don't wanna believe, please take my eyes
Desperation not to face the harsh reality, a desire for blindness
There I am, standing in the mirror
Speaker's self-reflection in front of a mirror
By a window, in a picture with no frame
The image lacks a frame, suggesting a lack of definition
I scream to the past, and then the boy in the glass
The speaker addresses the past and sees a changed reflection
But my reflection doesn't look the same
The reflection does not match the expected image
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