Overall, this song perfectly reflects what I'm going through as a person with chronic depression.
I really need to talk with you
Pretty obvious...
I keep stepping on the vein that keeps my lifeline flowing through
He's always doing something that hurts him in the end, even if he doesn't realize at the moment that the act will hurt him.
I wanna be your perfect stick of glue but I don't feel perfect at all
He wants to be able to hold the person he's talking to together, but he's hardly able to hold himself together.
Sad and insecure flaw
He knows that he's flawed; knows that he's insecure and incapable of all he wishes to do for the other person.
I find it hard to hold conversation
When someone's depressed, it can be really hard to hold a normal conversation, as I've found out over the past several years.
I get sweaty sick and I wanna walk away
When I'm really depressed, I tend to want to run away from most conversations, particularly if they hit on any somewhat sensitive topics.
It's not you it's me in this situation
He knows that although the other person may not understand, they may be concerned about what's going on. I think he's trying to be reassuring in this line.
I'm wondering will it ever go away; just go away
The depressive feelings again~ I get exactly the same way when I'm down for very long at all.
Sometimes I feel like weeping awake and when I'm sleeping
Ditto the above comment.
Perfecting how to put a game face on
If anything is wrong, you have to pretend nothing is wrong. Even when you just want to break down crying and hide in a corner, you just have to pretend to be entirely normal and tough it out... until you're alone. At least, that's my experience.
This puzzle I've been keeping has been in hiding
The puzzle of his bipolar disorder?
Creeping out the closet door spilling out onto the floor
No matter how hard you try to hide how you're falling apart inside... eventually it becomes obvious and will spill out.
How long will I be picking up pieces
How long will I be picking up my heart
How long will it take to have all the pieces to ones' self again? In my experience, depression is like losing a fragment of yourself with each step. Recovery is like either molding new pieces to fill the void or finding the old somehow.
I'll be as honest as I feel
If someone doesn't want to talk about what's really going on... they never will, no matter how you prod them.
I'm getting more paranoid and I'm hearing things and they never turn out real
Very deep depression and mania can lead to hallucinations and paranoia. I'll admit, I've experienced the severe depression end of it. Not fun.
It feels like my heart is made of pure steel
It's just so heavy all the time
One more hint towards depression, rather than mania... When depressed, I feel exactly the same way, but it's nearly impossible to describe better in a handful of words than Justin has right there.
Yea I'm scared of death and I'm scared of living
He's too scared to kill himself, but also terrified of what will happen if he continues living. Once more, I can relate.
I gave up on the past cause it's unforgiving
The past doesn't change, no matter how you want it to. You can't rely on the past, only the present and future.
I misplaced my trust
He either didn't trust anyone, or trusted the wrong people with this.
I watched my word begin to rust
Too long in a deep depression... your world truly rusts into oblivion.
I'm a balloon about to bust
There's just too much emotion bottled up here.
I need a place for reliving
If he doesn't spill some of it somewhere... he's going to "burst" and do something stupidly self-destructive.
But sometimes I feel like weeping awake and when I'm sleeping
Perfecting how to put a game face on
This puzzle I've been keeping has been in hiding
Creeping out the closet door spilling out onto the floor
How long will I be picking up pieces
How long will I be picking up my heart
How long (in another space and time) will I be picking up pieces in the corner of my mind
How long (its getting oh so hard to find) keep picking up pieces in the corner of my mind
But I still walk on
Despite how bad things may seem, he keeps on pushing. He may slip up and destroy himself on occasion, but he won't let that destroy him more than he already destroys himself.
Overall, this song perfectly reflects what I'm going through as a person with chronic depression.
I really need to talk with you Pretty obvious...
I keep stepping on the vein that keeps my lifeline flowing through He's always doing something that hurts him in the end, even if he doesn't realize at the moment that the act will hurt him.
I wanna be your perfect stick of glue but I don't feel perfect at all He wants to be able to hold the person he's talking to together, but he's hardly able to hold himself together.
Sad and insecure flaw He knows that he's flawed; knows that he's insecure and incapable of all he wishes to do for the other person.
I find it hard to hold conversation When someone's depressed, it can be really hard to hold a normal conversation, as I've found out over the past several years.
I get sweaty sick and I wanna walk away When I'm really depressed, I tend to want to run away from most conversations, particularly if they hit on any somewhat sensitive topics.
It's not you it's me in this situation He knows that although the other person may not understand, they may be concerned about what's going on. I think he's trying to be reassuring in this line.
I'm wondering will it ever go away; just go away The depressive feelings again~ I get exactly the same way when I'm down for very long at all.
Sometimes I feel like weeping awake and when I'm sleeping Ditto the above comment.
Perfecting how to put a game face on If anything is wrong, you have to pretend nothing is wrong. Even when you just want to break down crying and hide in a corner, you just have to pretend to be entirely normal and tough it out... until you're alone. At least, that's my experience.
This puzzle I've been keeping has been in hiding The puzzle of his bipolar disorder?
Creeping out the closet door spilling out onto the floor No matter how hard you try to hide how you're falling apart inside... eventually it becomes obvious and will spill out.
How long will I be picking up pieces How long will I be picking up my heart How long will it take to have all the pieces to ones' self again? In my experience, depression is like losing a fragment of yourself with each step. Recovery is like either molding new pieces to fill the void or finding the old somehow.
I'll be as honest as I feel If someone doesn't want to talk about what's really going on... they never will, no matter how you prod them.
I'm getting more paranoid and I'm hearing things and they never turn out real Very deep depression and mania can lead to hallucinations and paranoia. I'll admit, I've experienced the severe depression end of it. Not fun.
It feels like my heart is made of pure steel It's just so heavy all the time One more hint towards depression, rather than mania... When depressed, I feel exactly the same way, but it's nearly impossible to describe better in a handful of words than Justin has right there.
Yea I'm scared of death and I'm scared of living He's too scared to kill himself, but also terrified of what will happen if he continues living. Once more, I can relate.
I gave up on the past cause it's unforgiving The past doesn't change, no matter how you want it to. You can't rely on the past, only the present and future.
I misplaced my trust He either didn't trust anyone, or trusted the wrong people with this.
I watched my word begin to rust Too long in a deep depression... your world truly rusts into oblivion.
I'm a balloon about to bust There's just too much emotion bottled up here.
I need a place for reliving If he doesn't spill some of it somewhere... he's going to "burst" and do something stupidly self-destructive.
But sometimes I feel like weeping awake and when I'm sleeping Perfecting how to put a game face on This puzzle I've been keeping has been in hiding Creeping out the closet door spilling out onto the floor How long will I be picking up pieces How long will I be picking up my heart How long (in another space and time) will I be picking up pieces in the corner of my mind How long (its getting oh so hard to find) keep picking up pieces in the corner of my mind But I still walk on Despite how bad things may seem, he keeps on pushing. He may slip up and destroy himself on occasion, but he won't let that destroy him more than he already destroys himself.