This is about bronies. They communicate by stomping.
Well it's not fair, it's not even close
You tied me down where I'm forced to watch
As you poke holes in every part of me
Containing something secretly
Something sacred to me
I lied my face off when I said that I would be okay
It's never fine when you go away
These cuts run deep, these scars are permanent
And always on display
This makes things difficult for me
It's not fair, it's not even close
You fed me the sun, burned me up inside
And watched me choke on everything we did
On everything we lived
Let's see if I can live again
I lied my face off when I said that I would be okay
It's never fine when you go away
These cuts run deep, these scars are permanent
And always on display
This makes things difficult for me
Head like an empty, sterile room
Somehow I made a mess
Like watching newborn babies crack
from work related stress
Head like an empty, sterile room
Somehow I made a mess
Like watching newborn babies crack
from work related stress
I'm bad luck, can't fuck, got no reflection today
Maybe I'll stay down next time I get hit by a train
By a train
I lied my face off when I said that I would be okay
It's never fine when you go away
You tied me down where I'm forced to watch
As you poke holes in every part of me
Containing something secretly
Something sacred to me
I lied my face off when I said that I would be okay
It's never fine when you go away
These cuts run deep, these scars are permanent
And always on display
This makes things difficult for me
It's not fair, it's not even close
You fed me the sun, burned me up inside
And watched me choke on everything we did
On everything we lived
Let's see if I can live again
I lied my face off when I said that I would be okay
It's never fine when you go away
These cuts run deep, these scars are permanent
And always on display
This makes things difficult for me
Head like an empty, sterile room
Somehow I made a mess
Like watching newborn babies crack
from work related stress
Head like an empty, sterile room
Somehow I made a mess
Like watching newborn babies crack
from work related stress
I'm bad luck, can't fuck, got no reflection today
Maybe I'll stay down next time I get hit by a train
By a train
I lied my face off when I said that I would be okay
It's never fine when you go away
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@[Diderik:33655] "Your a holiday!" Was a popular term used in the 50s/60s to compliment someone on their all around. For example, not only are they beautiful, but they are fun and kind too ... just an all around "holiday".
I think your first comment is closer to being accurate. The singer/song writers state "Millions of eyes can see, yet why am i so blind!? When the someone else is me, its unkind its unkind". I believe hes referring to the girl toying with him and using him. He wants something deeper with her, thats why he allows himself to be as a puppet (even though for her fun and games) as long as it makes her happy. But he knows deep down that she doesnt really want to be serious with him and thats what makes him.
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Dusty Springfield
I don't think it's necessarily about sex. It's about wanting to start the day with some love and affection. Maybe a warm cuddle. I'm not alone in interpreting it that way! For example:
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Blue
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“Blue” is a song about a love that is persisting in the discomfort of the person experiencing the emotion. Ed Sheeran reflects on love lost, and although he wishes his former partner find happiness, he cannot but admit his feelings are still very much there. He expresses the realization that he might never find another on this stringed instrumental by Aaron Dessner.
Page
Ed Sheeran
Ed Sheeran
There aren’t many things that’ll hurt more than giving love a chance against your better judgement only to have your heart crushed yet again. Ed Sheeran tells such a story on “Page.” On this track, he is devastated to have lost his lover and even more saddened by the feeling that he may never move on from this.
"these cuts run deep, these scars are permanent, and always on display." This is what I listened to [along with NIN's "hurt" -hence the username-] when I cut and was suicidal. I felt like everyone was leaving and everything was worthless.. and all efforts to be happy were futile.
"head like an empty sterile room. somehow i made a mess." hehe... makes me think of the good ol' prozac days.