Between words, playing, and vocals in WZ's raw, even brutal to the heart style, it is amazing what he can convey so simply, but so complex. These few words talk about so much. It is about one's who life and relationships, not one, and the difficulties in reaching. The lines are about different women one has known, random love: those met in passing to fill a void of loneliness, shallow love: means nothing but wish it did, mad love: pure passion that burns out like a match, abandon love: to find what you really want, but have the other not feel the some, pay for what was already yours: to find your goal, only to have that goal not find you.
Much of this is a manifestation of OCD, something that may be hard to fully understand for one that does not share the condition, the inability to move freely from one place or one person to another with the freedom and short lived pain that others have. Though the continual obsession and inability to release the past, the heart only gets harder and the pain multiply with each loss and each day. Sorry, so many words are required to describe so few.
Between words, playing, and vocals in WZ's raw, even brutal to the heart style, it is amazing what he can convey so simply, but so complex. These few words talk about so much. It is about one's who life and relationships, not one, and the difficulties in reaching. The lines are about different women one has known, random love: those met in passing to fill a void of loneliness, shallow love: means nothing but wish it did, mad love: pure passion that burns out like a match, abandon love: to find what you really want, but have the other not feel the some, pay for what was already yours: to find your goal, only to have that goal not find you.
Much of this is a manifestation of OCD, something that may be hard to fully understand for one that does not share the condition, the inability to move freely from one place or one person to another with the freedom and short lived pain that others have. Though the continual obsession and inability to release the past, the heart only gets harder and the pain multiply with each loss and each day. Sorry, so many words are required to describe so few.