This seems to be about someone who feels trapped and broken beneath their own skin (haha). She seems to be dying due to some illness of mind or body, and she's scared her loved ones don't even care. She's facing inner demons, knows she's dying, and feels so alone, she's given in, she's let the demons win.
If I could face them
If I could make amends
With all my shadows
I'd bow my head
And welcome them
This is her giving up trying to beat the demons. She says even if she could fix it, make it better, she wouldn't. She'd bow her head, and let them flood her.
But I feel it burning
Like when the winter wind
Stops my breathing
Are you really going to love me
When I'm gone
I fear you won't
I fear you don't
She feels the demons burn her away, to the point of death, and she feels like her loved ones aren't there anymore, they won't love her when she's gone, not even while she's still here.
And it echoes when I breathe
Until all you'll see
Is my ghost
Empty vessel, crooked teeth
Wish you could see
And they call me under
And I'm shaking like a leaf
And they call me under
And I wither underneath
In this storm
She hears echoes of the demons even in her breath, she feel like a hollow shell, broken and crooked. Then the demons pull her under, until she withers in her terrible storm.
I am a stranger
I am an alien
Inside a structure
Are you really going to love me
When I'm gone
With all my thoughts
And all my faults
She feels alienated even in her own body, lost in the structure that is herself. And still she fears her loved ones won't love her, all her thoughts, all her faults.
I feel it biting
I feel it break my skin
So uninviting
Are you really going to need me
When I'm gone
I fear you won't
I fear you don't
Still feels so alone and lost, and the demons bite at her, causing only more pain.
And it echoes when I breathe
Until all you see is my ghost
Empty vessel, crooked teeth
Wish you could see
And they call me under
And I'm shaking like a leaf
And they call me under
And I wither underneath
In this storm
I feel it
And they call me under
And I'm shaking like a leaf
And they call me underneath
To this storm
All he same, she feels lost and alone, to the point that they pull her underneath, into oblivion, to the storm.
It doesn't matter wether or not the demons are as physical as cancer or something more profound and mental. Demons are demons, and in that storm, don't let yourself be called underneath.
This seems to be about someone who feels trapped and broken beneath their own skin (haha). She seems to be dying due to some illness of mind or body, and she's scared her loved ones don't even care. She's facing inner demons, knows she's dying, and feels so alone, she's given in, she's let the demons win.
If I could face them If I could make amends With all my shadows I'd bow my head And welcome them This is her giving up trying to beat the demons. She says even if she could fix it, make it better, she wouldn't. She'd bow her head, and let them flood her.
But I feel it burning Like when the winter wind Stops my breathing Are you really going to love me When I'm gone I fear you won't I fear you don't She feels the demons burn her away, to the point of death, and she feels like her loved ones aren't there anymore, they won't love her when she's gone, not even while she's still here.
And it echoes when I breathe Until all you'll see Is my ghost Empty vessel, crooked teeth Wish you could see And they call me under And I'm shaking like a leaf And they call me under And I wither underneath In this storm She hears echoes of the demons even in her breath, she feel like a hollow shell, broken and crooked. Then the demons pull her under, until she withers in her terrible storm.
I am a stranger I am an alien Inside a structure Are you really going to love me When I'm gone With all my thoughts And all my faults She feels alienated even in her own body, lost in the structure that is herself. And still she fears her loved ones won't love her, all her thoughts, all her faults.
I feel it biting I feel it break my skin So uninviting Are you really going to need me When I'm gone I fear you won't I fear you don't Still feels so alone and lost, and the demons bite at her, causing only more pain.
And it echoes when I breathe Until all you see is my ghost Empty vessel, crooked teeth Wish you could see And they call me under And I'm shaking like a leaf And they call me under And I wither underneath In this storm I feel it And they call me under And I'm shaking like a leaf And they call me underneath To this storm All he same, she feels lost and alone, to the point that they pull her underneath, into oblivion, to the storm.
It doesn't matter wether or not the demons are as physical as cancer or something more profound and mental. Demons are demons, and in that storm, don't let yourself be called underneath.