This song is about the pain of not being able to be yourself. You are alive but you do not feel that you exist. You can't or don't know how to.
The first verse talks about the usual cures for feeling down - you just need to put the past behind you, meet new people and do new things. But that obviously won't work - it's just adding some more meaningless events to all the meaningless stuff that went before. More random changes aren't really going to solve anything, but apparently suicide is not a solution either (so you say).
The second verse is about the hope and pain of human contact. You are in terrible pain and you are angry because the pain is unbearable and does not make any sense. Someone has a sense of your pain, but their tears don't really change things. And then some idiot talks to you about the bright tomorrow without realising that you don't feel you can cope with one more second of anything. Of course, if you have got this far it is because you yourself have tried to convince yourself about how wonderful you are, but even those things that you have told yourself don't make any sense any more. It wasn't really about being extraordinary and doing fantastic things. You just wanted to have some sense of existing, some me rather than this burning pain where the me should be. But that hope is fading. It seems there is never going to be a me.
This song is about the pain of not being able to be yourself. You are alive but you do not feel that you exist. You can't or don't know how to.
The first verse talks about the usual cures for feeling down - you just need to put the past behind you, meet new people and do new things. But that obviously won't work - it's just adding some more meaningless events to all the meaningless stuff that went before. More random changes aren't really going to solve anything, but apparently suicide is not a solution either (so you say).
The second verse is about the hope and pain of human contact. You are in terrible pain and you are angry because the pain is unbearable and does not make any sense. Someone has a sense of your pain, but their tears don't really change things. And then some idiot talks to you about the bright tomorrow without realising that you don't feel you can cope with one more second of anything. Of course, if you have got this far it is because you yourself have tried to convince yourself about how wonderful you are, but even those things that you have told yourself don't make any sense any more. It wasn't really about being extraordinary and doing fantastic things. You just wanted to have some sense of existing, some me rather than this burning pain where the me should be. But that hope is fading. It seems there is never going to be a me.