Mirror
Reflections of Lost Innocence: White Memories' Mirror
Lyrics
I was looking through my blinded ways
The speaker reflects on past actions and experiences, trying to understand them.
Fear of the days are inside myself, they're chasing me
Fear and anxiety from within are haunting the speaker.
Leaves on the trees have a better way than me
Comparing oneself unfavorably to the natural world, feeling inadequate.
I see myself in the mirror
The speaker sees their reflection in a mirror.
And I can't see what I used to be
The speaker feels disconnected from their past self, unable to recognize it.
The leaves on the trees have a better way than me
Continuation of feeling inferior to nature.
Better way than me
Reiterating the feeling of being less capable than nature.
I see myself in the mirror
Reflection in the mirror continues, unable to identify with the past self.
And I can't see what I used to be
Continued disconnection from the past self, lack of recognition.
The leaves on the trees have a better way than me
Reiteration of feeling inadequate compared to nature.
Better way than me
Emphasizing the perceived inferiority to nature.
Leaves on the trees have a better way than me
Repeated comparison to nature, feeling inadequate.
Leaves on the trees
Specific focus on the leaves on trees, perhaps representing growth or change.
I kept myself on emptiness
The speaker remained in a state of emptiness, possibly emotional emptiness.
I keep on searching a better way for me
Continuously seeking a better path or direction in life.
Better way
Reiteration of the quest for improvement.
I feel like I'm drowning
The speaker feels overwhelmed, suffocated, or trapped.
Admiring the silence
Appreciating or finding solace in silence despite personal turmoil.
I was betraying myself
Recognizing self-betrayal or actions conflicting with their true self.
Finding memories
Recollection of past memories.
When my heart was pure and brave to them
Reminiscing about a time when the speaker's heart was innocent and courageous.
Too pure to use it
The purity of heart was too pristine to utilize.
Too pure to break it
The purity of heart was too fragile to break.
I see myself in the mirror
Reflection in the mirror, unable to recognize the past self.
And I can't see what I used to be
Continued disconnection from the past self, lack of recognition.
The leaves on the trees have a better way than me
Feeling inferior to nature yet again.
Better way than me
Reiterating the sense of inadequacy compared to nature.
I see myself in the mirror
Reflection in the mirror, unable to identify with the past self.
And I can't see what I used to be
Continued disconnection from the past self, lack of recognition.
The leaves on the trees have a better way than me
Reiteration of feeling inadequate compared to nature.
Better way than me
Emphasizing the perceived inferiority to nature.
Leaves on the trees have a better way than me
Repeated comparison to nature, feeling inadequate.
Darkness, it breathes into me
Darkness and negativity enveloping the speaker.
It's our chains fulfilled
Feeling constrained or confined by personal limitations or circumstances.
Madness, it's alluring myself
Being drawn in by madness or chaos that affects the speaker's self.
It's fucking breaking me
The chaos is causing significant distress or internal conflict.
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