Disappearing Act
Vanishing in Shadows: The Poignant Tale of a Disappearing Act
Lyrics
How long have I been missing
Reflecting on the duration of absence
I've been vanishing
Expressing the gradual process of disappearing
A couple years or maybe ten
Uncertain about the length of time passed
The days, the weeks
Time blending together, making it hard to distinguish reality
They tend to blend together 'til the fictions turn into the facts
Fictions becoming facts due to the blurred perception of time
It's so hard to tell the difference in this disappearing act
Difficulty in discerning between reality and illusion
The phone don't talk much
Isolation, lack of communication
There's no one left to call
Loneliness, absence of people to connect with
And the mirror's done reflecting, love
Loss of self-esteem or self-image
I think she's seen enough
Feeling judged or rejected by oneself
When all those little late night promises
Broken promises made during late-night moments
Started slipping through the cracks
Realization that promises are being neglected or forgotten
That's when I should have noticed
A missed opportunity to recognize the disappearing self
I'm a disappearing act
Acknowledging the act of disappearing
(Disappearing act)
Reiteration of the disappearing act
Tell me that you know how it feels
Seeking empathy or understanding from others
Tell me that I might make it back
Hope for a return or recovery
Tell me that the worst is over
Desire for reassurance that the worst is over
This can't be all that I have
Doubting the significance of current existence
I know the answer before I even ask
Anticipating a negative response to self-inquiry
Am I really just a disappearing act
Questioning one's own existence as a disappearing act
No sleight of hand, no magic left, nothing up my sleeve
No more tricks or deception left, revealing vulnerability
This artless house of card tricks
Metaphor for a fragile structure, easily collapsing
Left like garbage on the cheap apartment carpet
Abandoned and discarded, devoid of value
No curtain calls, the curtains fall
No acknowledgment or recognition for the performance
The house lights fade to black
The end of the show, fading into obscurity
What a disappointing turnout
Disappointment in the lack of attention or response
For my disappearing act
Reflection on the unsuccessful disappearing act
Out of reach, outta touch
Inaccessibility, inability to connect with others
Outta sight, outta mind
Being forgotten or neglected by others
Just one in a couple billion
Feeling insignificant among a vast population
Lost souls, new ghosts
Continuous loss of identity and connection with reality
Everyday a little bit more goes missing
Gradual disappearance, emphasizing the ongoing process
The truth is clear, it's buried in my bleary past
Recognition of the obscured truth in the past
It's not some gorgeous grand illusion
Rejecting the idea of a beautiful deception
It's a conclusion to a disappearing act
Acknowledging the conclusion of the disappearing act
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