He is anxious. The isolation makes him depressive, but most of all, the anxiety is holding him back - from socialising and thereby expressing his identity. He fears that, when he finally wakes up and is ready to start HIS life without anxious thoughts holding him back, it is already too late, and he can't "fulfill" his personality, because he is too weak, he doesn't know how to really show himself. All the scenarios he's imagined and that the anxiety has depraved or even idealised might be realised, but through another person, where he is just the spectator - a feeling that is common amongst anxious people, because they're too anxious to interfere, hence the
When I wake up I’m afraid, somebody else might take my place
When I wake up I’m afraid, somebody else might end up being me
When I wake up I’m afraid, somebody else might take my place
When I wake up I’m afraid, somebody else might take my place
Oh, and when I read this, I get the strongest chills and a feeling that my lungs are contracting whilst my stomach is in pain because of their cruelty. Reminds me of "How" by the same band.
You’re too mean, I don’t like you, fuck you anyway
You make me wanna scream at the top of my lungs
It hurts but I won’t fight you
You suck anyway
You make me wanna die, right when I
You’re too mean, I don’t like you, fuck you anyway
You make me wanna scream at the top of my lungs
It hurts but I won’t fight you
You suck anyway
You make me wanna die, right when I
And most of all, he doesn't want it to be this way, but he has became so used to it. Everybody thinks he doesn't want anything to do with them, but as he states in the end, he is NOT independent - he is reliant of other people because his struggles are real.
He is anxious. The isolation makes him depressive, but most of all, the anxiety is holding him back - from socialising and thereby expressing his identity. He fears that, when he finally wakes up and is ready to start HIS life without anxious thoughts holding him back, it is already too late, and he can't "fulfill" his personality, because he is too weak, he doesn't know how to really show himself. All the scenarios he's imagined and that the anxiety has depraved or even idealised might be realised, but through another person, where he is just the spectator - a feeling that is common amongst anxious people, because they're too anxious to interfere, hence the
When I wake up I’m afraid, somebody else might take my place When I wake up I’m afraid, somebody else might end up being me
When I wake up I’m afraid, somebody else might take my place When I wake up I’m afraid, somebody else might take my place
Oh, and when I read this, I get the strongest chills and a feeling that my lungs are contracting whilst my stomach is in pain because of their cruelty. Reminds me of "How" by the same band.
You’re too mean, I don’t like you, fuck you anyway You make me wanna scream at the top of my lungs It hurts but I won’t fight you You suck anyway You make me wanna die, right when I
You’re too mean, I don’t like you, fuck you anyway You make me wanna scream at the top of my lungs It hurts but I won’t fight you You suck anyway You make me wanna die, right when I
And most of all, he doesn't want it to be this way, but he has became so used to it. Everybody thinks he doesn't want anything to do with them, but as he states in the end, he is NOT independent - he is reliant of other people because his struggles are real.