Dreams Turn to Ash and Love Turns to Dust
Echoes of Despair: Navigating Love's Demise in Ultra Be Thy Name's Melody
Lyrics
I could forget about it
The speaker could try to forget about a situation or feelings.
But the echoes I hold so dearly, I couldn't live without them
They cherish certain memories ("echoes") and cannot imagine life without them.
I try to run, I try to hide, but you'll always find me
Despite attempts to avoid or escape, the subject always finds the speaker.
I'm feeling so dead inside, I keep on living blindly
Despite feeling emotionally numb, they continue to exist without direction.
I keep on dreaming at night that you hold me tightly
The speaker dreams of being embraced by the person they desire.
I tell myself that I'll be fine, but I'm always doubting
Although they try to reassure themselves, doubt remains a constant.
Your voice remains in my mind and my thoughts are clouding
The person's voice lingers in the speaker's thoughts, causing confusion.
I guess I'll move on with time, for now, I'll keep on shouting
While acknowledging the need to move forward, the speaker currently expresses their emotions strongly.
See this void in my eyes, the pain, it keeps on sprouting
The pain and emptiness persist, continuously growing.
I'd rather see you weep than see you love another motherfucker
The speaker would rather witness the person's emotional pain than see them with someone else.
Got them scars all over your heart, it ain't a thing that you can cover
The scars on the person's heart cannot be hidden or concealed.
By now is said and done, that's why we can't start over
It's too late to start anew; past actions have sealed that possibility.
Keep your head up in the clouds, it's been a week since you were sober
The person is advised to remain in a detached or dreamlike state; it's been a while since they were sober.
Wonder why the types of you will always be so alone
The speaker ponders why certain individuals, like the person they're addressing, tend to be solitary.
It ain't a thing that you can feel, so you won't feel when I am gone
The person cannot understand or experience genuine emotions, hence won't feel the speaker's absence.
Keep writing all your shit, it doesn't matter to me
The person's creative output (writing) holds no significance for the speaker.
I hope you fucking rest in peace, you are so dead to me
The speaker feels intense animosity towards the person, wishing them ill.
I don't know how to fucking sleep, I don't know how to fucking eat
The speaker is consumed by distress, unable to perform basic functions like sleeping or eating.
Don't even know my fucking self, it ain't a thing I want to repeat
The speaker has lost touch with their own identity and doesn't want to go through that experience again.
While you argue with yourself or with the pills on the table
The person is depicted as engaging in self-destructive behavior (arguing with themselves or substances).
I'm gonna ask my fucking self how I became your label
The speaker questions how they became associated or defined by the person's actions or behaviors.
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