Love, Guilt, Desire…
We are a species obsessed with the horizon. We’ve been conditioned to believe that "new" is synonymous with "better," and that the next room, the next city, or the next stranger holds the missing piece of our happiness. But what if the thrill of the chase is actually a blindfold? The Magnetic Pull of the …
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Secrets are often perceived as static, but they act as a living weight that affects our lives. Navigating duality creates internal tension and isolation, where individuals struggle with their true selves versus public personas. Ultimately, one must question if genuine happiness is feasible while concealing vital truths, or if it's merely a performance.
Verse 1:
I couldn’t sleep at all last night.
Your face haunted my thoughts like a magnetic pull.
At work, I was a mess,
distracted by your innocent voice.
Verse 2:
I drove across the city during my lunch break.
I waited an hour just to see you again.
Seeing you felt like
a fountain of youth in the lobby.
Chorus:
You gave me your phone number.
A small secret between us now.
I see the sadness in your eyes
and the weight on your young shoulders.
Verse 3:
You’re only nineteen,
working to pay for your father’s medical bills.
You want to be a sales lady instead.
This world is asking too much of you lately.
Verse 4:
I kissed your forehead gently before I left.
I gave you money for your new requirements.
You didn’t say a word,
but your half-smile said it all today.
(this song is inspired by Chapter 2 of The Carnal Man)
