Lyrics
You´re in me,
You are deeply ingrained within me.
Just like a bad disease,
Similar to a detrimental illness.
But I can´t find a cure to get you out of me!
I am unable to find a remedy to rid myself of you.
You´re so real, as real as you could be,
Your presence is genuinely palpable.
But it feels like you´re a part of someone´s phantasy!
However, it seems like you belong to someone's imagination or fantasy.
Hey, I don´t know, what you want from me, but you take away my life and all my privacy...
I am uncertain of your desires, but you are taking away my existence and invading my privacy.
I don´t care for what you see in me,
I am indifferent to what you perceive in me.
´cause you try to break me down like I´m an enemy...
Because you're attempting to dismantle me as if I am an adversary.
But you don´t know me, you can´t own me,
You lack understanding of who I am; you cannot possess me.
read my lips "I think I´m falling!"
Expressing the feeling of falling emotionally.
Hold me...take me...know me...break me!
Requesting to be embraced, understood, known, and eventually broken.
You think of me just like a butterfly,
Your perception of me is akin to a fragile butterfly.
You want to pin me to your wall so I can never fly!
You aim to trap me, preventing my freedom.
Just like a flower that you need to dry,
Comparing to a flower that you wish to preserve by drying.
Caught between two books you squeeze me ´til I die...
I feel confined and pressured between conflicting situations.
Now i´ve got to break it down,
Now, I must deconstruct my current state.
Back to where I used to be as a child,
Returning to the innocence and freedom of childhood.
No one told me who or where to be,
No guidance was given on who or where to become.
As I grew up I didn´t want to deal with the shit of my parents,
As I matured, I avoided dealing with parental issues.
´cause they made me feel like a piece of shit,
Feeling belittled and unworthy due to parental treatment.
I didn´t fit, wanted me to quit,
I didn't fit their expectations; they wanted me to quit.
Get back to the real world so they´d say, anyway,
Pressure to conform to the 'real world,' despite personal struggles.
I relied on myself since I was ten, nine, eight...
Self-reliance developed from a young age due to circumstances.
I don´t care for who you want me to be,
I disregard the expectations others impose; I'll be myself.
I´ll be just who i want to be...
I'll define and remain true to my own identity.
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