When I first heard the lyrics I just froze. They might as well have been coming directly out of my ex-girlfriend's mouth.
I met her when she was in a very confused emotional place. She didn't know who or what she wanted. I fell madly in love with her. She told me she was in too dark a place to handle it:
"Babe
The night has swallowed my soul
Could it be that I fell apart
It shows
The lines on my face ate away my smile
Could it be that I fell apart"
Because of her avoidance and rejection, I subsequently went into depression; yet she was compassionate enough to recognize my agony:
"Love
It was enough to recognize
To see
I was the reason you feel sick inside.
Fall in need
I let you bleed
'Cause you were falling
I'm sorry baby
'Cause you were falling
I'm sorry"
I've "sorta" gotten over it now. But phew. It was some hardcore pain for me.
"Love
It cut a hole into your eyes
You couldn't see
You were the car I crashed
Now you're burning alive"
When I first heard the lyrics I just froze. They might as well have been coming directly out of my ex-girlfriend's mouth.
I met her when she was in a very confused emotional place. She didn't know who or what she wanted. I fell madly in love with her. She told me she was in too dark a place to handle it: "Babe The night has swallowed my soul Could it be that I fell apart It shows The lines on my face ate away my smile Could it be that I fell apart"
Because of her avoidance and rejection, I subsequently went into depression; yet she was compassionate enough to recognize my agony: "Love It was enough to recognize To see I was the reason you feel sick inside.
Fall in need I let you bleed 'Cause you were falling I'm sorry baby 'Cause you were falling I'm sorry"
I've "sorta" gotten over it now. But phew. It was some hardcore pain for me.
"Love It cut a hole into your eyes You couldn't see You were the car I crashed Now you're burning alive"
@Shihoin Yes, you nailed it. And it never really ever goes away. Sometimes I think it would have been easier, loosing a limb. Or two.
@Shihoin Yes, you nailed it. And it never really ever goes away. Sometimes I think it would have been easier, loosing a limb. Or two.