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Wow I start off with my most thought through blog ever: This blog here is not for me. Its for everyone who suffers the same pain as I have. This is a very personal blog, thats going to be really hard for me to type, as it is a very personal subject. Something I usually don't talk about, but I figured I would do this just to get it off my chest. There will be song quotes in it, and probably alot because as some of you know, I find myself in music all the time. I feel it speaks to me in a very different way than some. Ok here goes: "Like my fathers come to pass, 7 years has gone so fast. Wake me up when September ends..." - Green Day Ok more like 8 and while we are at it, lets change that month to March. As some know, and some don't my dad 8 years ago when I was 12. It's something I would never wish upon any other person to be that young, and have to bury your father. It's something that doesn't go away, no matter how hard you try to move on. Most people remember where and what they were doing when things like Pearl Harbor happened. I remember March 20th the exact same way, I don't remember exact times but I remember that day like its today. "Hold my breath as I wish for death. Please god wake me!" - Metallica I got home from school that day, and I wanted to go over my best friend Ryan's house that day. My dad told me I couldn't go over there, and I was a little mad about that. Just like any other kid that wanted to visit a friend and was told no. My mom had taken danielle to physical therapy that day for her knee. Me and Nikki were home with him. I went out to ride my bike and when I got back, I had to put my bike up. When I opened the gate to the fence, my dog ran out. This scared me so I ran inside to ask my dad for help. When he finally got my dog, he gave it a justified spanking for it running off. The whole time I watched this (keep in mind I'm only 12 and I'm watching my dog get a whipped... A dog I loved so very much). I quietly said "God please make him stop". Later on I got on the internet, and Nikki heard a strange noise from down the hall. She ran back there to see what it was. It was my Dad lying against the bed holding his arm up to it, and he was making a wierd weezing noise. "I can see it in your eyes. A look as if your hero fell and lost his soul." - Cold Nikki immediately called 911 for what appeared to be a heart attack/stroke. The operator had her lay him onto his side, where he began vomiting. Standard procedure for anyone vomiting... you don't let them lay on there back, it causes a choking hazard. The operator had my sister attempt CPR and attempt to keep the throat clear of anything that might obstruct breathing. I couldn't do anything but stand and watch. The eyes are a strong give away as to whats going on. Normally you can see a feeling of warmth in a person's eyes that are still alive, but my dad's were different. These eyes looked vacant and cold, like a house with no occupants. The ambulance arrives sometime around forever and a little more. By now my mom and danielle are home and we are upset, I mean come on, your watching a very close person suffer. Shortly after the ambulance gets there, neighbors and family members are already at my house. They put my dad into the ambulance and drive off, and one of my neighbors drove me, my sisters, and mom to the hospital. "Your dead as dead can be, the doctor tells me. But I just can't believe him. Never the optimistic one." - A Perfect Circle We wait patiently as hospital workers do what they can. Finally the doctor comes in. He is acting all calm and casual like everything went okay. He questions my family as to how his day was and was he under any stress. Sounds like a heart attack to me, and everything is fine. Then after storytime the doctor drops the A-Bomb mushroom cloud on us. "We did all we could, but we could not save him" he says. Fucking prick lured us into a state of calmness just flare us all up again. I didn't immediately cry, because when shit like this happens, you immediately go into a state of disbelief until the words play on loop in your mind and it all starts trying to force its way into settling into your mind. Nikki disappeared, she took off out the hospital. Then it all sinks in and you lose it. I called Ryan to let him know what was going on. People are trying to calm you and tell you, "It's going to be okay." "God has a plan for this, theres a reason" Fuck off. There's no plan or underlying meaning for this. He just took the most important man out of my life. "I can't hold on. I'm trying to breath. I wanna let go, so I can feel again." - Revelation Theory We get back to our house and everyone I know is there. I have friends there waiting for us. It's not a great event. Everyone's there trying to keep your mind off some of the most fucked up shit no one should ever have to bear witness to. I spent the night in Chapin with my uncle that night. "Only in dreams, we see what it means." - Weezer Somehow I managed to sleep that night and woke up the next morning. Feeling like somehow I had been asleep for an eternity and that yesterday's event had all been a dream. Nothing seemed real at that moment. Like everything was some giant farce or sick joke that didn't have a punchline. Only punch was the one to my gut when I realized it wasn't a dream. "Yesterday all my troubles seemed so far away. Now it looks as though there here to stay. Oh I believe in yesterday." - Beatles / Paul McCartney Today was the day of the funeral home. Someone said something to really brought yesterday's events home. "A father should never have to bury his son." and I was thinking the reverse was true for that as well. "A child should not have to bury his father." The funeral home hurt so bad, before everyone else got there, we got to see the open coffin. Thats the worst part. To know you are staring at something that isn't going to hug you back or tell you "It's going to be alright". The final open coffin at the end of night was probably the hardest thing. My dad was not there I kept telling myself. Thats not him, because my dad is not dead. You can't immediately accept the fact that someone isn't coming home from work at 5p.m. tomorrow or going to sit in his favorite chair while watching the news. "Tell me everything will be alright. Tell me Jimmy I won't feel a thing... Give me novacaine" - Green Day The next day was the funeral. The church was packed that we held it in. Later we heard it was one of the biggest they ever had. People I had never seen were telling me "Your father was a great man" and I just kept thinking, "IS" present tense, my father is not a past tense item. The ride to the cemetary was really rough. "And all your money won't another minute buy. Dust in the wind, All we are is Dust in the wind." - Kansas The front row seat to the grand show. The end of the road. It's hard not to cry, but I find I tried very hard to keep from losing it. You want to hear what the preacher is going to say so bad, So Fucking bad. This is the words that you want to hear because they feel so valuable. And then they give your mom the veteran American Flag. Thats when its game over. To see a guy standing there delivering this flag and carrying on such a strong look of stoicism for a duty that is sometimes forgotten. These guys are true heroes. They serve the country and remember the fallen. I may dislike our government but those people who protect it are the most admirable people in the world. Finally the ceremony is over and they must put the coffin into the ground. MY aunt tries to shield me from seeing "You don't want to remember him like that." Like Hell I don't, this is the last time I will see the body of the man who created me. Why can't I scar myself a little more and see him be put to rest? "So cut my wrist and black my eyes. So I can fall asleep tonight...or die." - Hawthorne Heights I would never kill myself or inflict that type of harm. But you gotta understand, when you have a pain that is neither physical nor emotional, infact I don't even know what to label the type of pain I felt. You have a lot of thoughts rush to you about how you can end the pain. Suicide crosses your mind frequently during the first few weeks. You brush that aside because no one likes a quitter and your cheating because your taking away YOUR pain and not trying to suffer through it like everyone else around you. The real pain is hearing others cry about the loss that was suffered. "How could I have known you'd ever say goodbye. And now I'm glad I didn't know, The way it all would end the way it all would go. Our lives are better left to chance I could have missed the pain. But I'd of had to miss the dance." - Garth Brooks Its true. The lyrics say it all. You try to cherish all the times you had with that person. And looking back on it. You could have shaded away from all of it if you knew how the story would end. But would you? HEL FUCKING NO!!! You would do it all over again. Anyone that says other wise is a liar and I'll call you on it. Why not go through the greatest thing you would ever feel, we already know the ending of it. Don't take it for granted is what I say. Everyday you spend with a person, is the best day possible with them. "So where were you, when all this I was going through. You never took the time to ask me just what you could do." - Staind Yea so people say "We will always be there for you" "We will call you to make sure your ok". Fuck off. You say that but you don't follow through. Your there for like 2 weeks, then you think everything is ok and forget to check up on that person after that. Theres shit in your life you want to talk about, but you can't talk about it to your immediate family members. How do you discuss something to someone who just went through the same shit with you? You can't because they feel the same way you do, so your really just repeating what they are feeling. And what you really want is to tell someone who doesn't feel what you are, how you are feeling. "Where'd you go? I miss you so. Please come back home." - Fort Minor / Mike Shinoda You ask yourself this question constantly. Home is not where that person is now. Home is the house you grew up with them in. The place where they came after work. The place where the grass gets cut. THe place where theres a home cooked meal waiting. That's home. Home is where your people are. "Here I stand now and I'm alone. With no one to comfort me. One set of footprints in the sand. No one to take my hand. I'll. I'll walk through as long as I need. I'll drift through my life though I'm alone." - Mudvayne To have people around to give you company, yet feel so alone in how you are hurting...Is probably the worst pain. To know something has passed your point of controlling it, makes you feel weak and powerless. You feel alone most of the time and theres nothing you can do to change it. You just don't wake up one morning and be like "Wow all the loneliness is gone!" 8 years have passed and still theres a gaping hole of loneliness that hasn't repaired itself. "What have I become? My sweetest friend. Everyone I know goes away in the end. And you could have it all. My empire of dirt. I will let you down. I will make you hurt." - Nine Inch Nails It's true however that one morning you do wake up and wonder how the fuck the person is getting in and out of the shower every day, and going to work is. You find yourself finding peace when drinking or smoking. You get drunk and find that you can be happy again. You do what you can to try and feel a hope that you might one day sort all the shit out and find that you don't have to laugh at the joke with a forced smile. "So take the photographs and still frames in your mind. Hang them on a shelf in good health and good times." - Green Day Also true. You look around at photos of the trip to Canada, New York, or the beach and remember the fun times you had at those places. You always trace back to the days you had fun only to arrive at the day the Carnival ride ended. And realize you will never go to those places with that person again. Then you look at all the events that have happened since that person has been gone and it fucking kills you. "Hey dad look at me. Think back and talk to me. Did I grow up according to plan?" - Simple Plan Seriously though, you think back about how you played sports in high school. And you remember that there was always one person there, you wanted to show how good you played that day in baseball or football. And you think about Senior night and how for 4 years you played football and your dad never got to sit on the bleachers and cheer you on. And the ultimate comment comes at all aspects of your life, be it graduation from high school / college, senior night in baseball / football, the day you move out and get a real job... "Your father would be so proud of you." And you whince a little on the inside and realize that the pain never went away. You had just learned to cope. And to everyone out there who knows what I mean by "Coping" you probably feel the same way as I do... FUCK COPING. Its along the same lines taking medication. Coping doesn't remove the pain it just makes you forget it. "And she said, How can I help you to say goodbye? It's OK to hurt, and it's OK to cry. Come, let me hold you and I will try How can I help you to say goodbye?" - Patty Loveless You can't. No one can help you say goodbye. Its not like the fucking movies. You don't get a long drawn at last goodbye. Everything happens so damn fast that you don't think to say the last words like "I love you" or "Theres so much I wanted to say" Instead you just get this stupid shock that runs through you and you find for that moment you can't speak. It all comes out as nothing, your mouth moves but nothing pieces together. Then when its over you say. "All that you want is to criticize, Something for nothing" - Disturbed You fucking shallow people make me sick. "God daddy is so mean he won't buy me a 2006 Corvette" "My parents suck, they won't let me go to this party this weekend" or "You are so unfair, you're ruining my life. Why won't you just but out!?" Yea you know those people. All you want is to take a big hot branding rod and smash them in the fore-head and be like "SHUT THE FUCK UP!" They don't know and they don't understand. When the pond is shallow fish die, understand that. Life is not always about you. Your parents care for you, they can't just up and buy a brand new car. They won't let you go to that party because they worry about you. They ruin your life because they don't want you to fuck up like they did. UNDERSTAND? good. Because you know what? I'll trade everything I got for one minute of my life to see my dad one last time, to yell at him for not being there to yell at me when I fucked up. You people have no idea what you got. "Don't it always seem to go. That you don't know what you got 'til it's gone. They paved paradise and put up a parking lot" - Counting Crows Trust me some day... you will wake up and have that moment of clarity and it will all make sense. You realize you took all that time for granted and now you can't recover it. You didn't hang out with him because you'd rather be at your friends house, and all he wanted was just a little time to talk to you or just see you for that matter. Probably didn't even have to talk, just sit and be in the same room. Then you realize that you had it made and now your upset because you don't anymore. Trust me, I took everyday that my dad showed up to my little league games for granted, the trips to school, to town to get my haircut, going places with him, and having vacation time... All for granted every fucking second of that time... for granted. And then you remember you can't start all over now, its too late to start over and not take that time for granted. So before you run off to your room pissed off because daddy won't let you go out with Gangsta G money or some piece of shit asshole, remember that. He cares for you, Your parents do know whats best. May not have all the answers but they know what they feel and they are right about it. "Time keeps on slipping slipping slipping, into the future" - Steve Miller Band (I believe if not... I know Seal did the song too) "And he says I don't call him daddy. but he takes care of things" - Kenny Rogers Time does not care for you. It continues moving if the world ends, time would continue. Now I don't know much about divorced family life but I will tell you one thing... I don't get 2 weekends a month to see my dad. I get from now till to death till I get to visit him again (maybe). Its true your mom does re-marry hopefully. Lifes too short to spend alone (unless you enjoy being alone). And like the quote says, I have never once called Jack my dad. He knows he is not my dad and I know he is not. Mutual understanding. But he takes care of my mom, and for that it makes him one of my best friends in the whole wide world. He knows he can never replace my dad, but like a friend I know he is there for me. I don't have to worry about my mom now that she has him. Y'know the day she told me jack proposed to her, I immediately asked what did you say? and both my sisters she talked to earlier did not ask that. And when she told me she had this shit eatting grin on her face. She was happy again. And you just don't know that kind of feeling. When you see it... it is genuine. She said after I asked her "I told him I would have to clear it with my children". I told her it was a great idea. IF it makes you happy then I'm happy. I mean when you see a smile from a woman who has lost her husband for 18 years roughly, had back surgery, and finally received a college degree in Art. You can't help but say that. My grandparents liked him and as did me and my sisters. Great guy. Good ole boys are great people. "Read between the lines, whats fucked up and everythings alright. Check my Vital signs, I know I'm still alive and I walk alone!" - Green Day Yea I made it through 8 years so far. Like it says I did not kill myself nor harm myself to get here. My vital signs do show I am alive. Heartbroken, cold, and angry with my maker... sure. Dead? no not yet. I do feel like I walk alone. I don't usually open up like this to anyone. But I feel that it is time I did. I finally went to the grave site for the first time in 6 of those 8 years. Yea I broke down. You talk to the grave like it can hear you, though you know it won't talk back. You keep talking to it, through tears, pain, anguish, heartbreak, snot, and the chill of the March wind. You tell it everything, from how you are doing, how your family is doing, how work is, how your current love life status is... basically you tell a piece of granite everything you've done in 8 years. I don't have an answer to why you confess your sins and life to a piece of rock. Maybe it gives you comfort in your mind. Cemetaries are very unforgiving. You give the tombstone a kiss, your back on your feet, and your finally out of there. You feel somewhat better, but still. You would give up everything to sit and have a drink with your dad and discuss everything with him that you've been through. You see him in your dreams when you do dream and then you wake up hoping to hug him... and then the reality sets in. "This how the world ends. Not with a bang but a whimper" - T.S. Eliot (yea i know... not a song) Some day I hope to fully accept that he is gone for good. The guy who will not be my best man at my wedding some day. The guy who never got to come to my high school sports. THe guy who never watched me graduate from college and high school. The guy who I would have gone to for advice on everything. I know I don't have these luxuries. And I ask one thing of you reading this. If you still have both your parents, either together or separated. Don't take that for granted. 2 weekends a month is still better than what I get. And I apologize to no one as usual. I don't feel I should apologize for anything I might have offended some one with. If your offended then it must have hit home. Think about it. "Goodbye for now so long" - POD Good bye as stated above. And don't put comments on this blog that say "I'm so sorry Justin" or "I hope everything will be okay" or "I feel you man" or "gee I don't know what to say to that". Leave something that means something, and is worthwhile for me to read. I have heard those 4 phrases so much in my life, that you get sick of hearing it. "It seems like every days the same and I'm left to discover on my own. It seems like everything is gray and theres no color to behold. You say its over and I'm fine again... well... try to stay sober, feels like I'm dying here. I am aware now of how everythings gonna be fine. One day to late I'm in Hell. I am aware now seems everyones gonna be fine. One day to late just as well" - Seether |
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Gray times. Sep 29th, 2006 5:15:08 pm - Subscribe
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This was on my mind so I decided to post it. A little something I came up with. If its not my original work, I apologize. I have just been doing some re-evaluating with my life and where I stand right now and this happened along. "They say life is a journey. And you learn throughout life that the journey is more important than the destination. But at the same time, if you had no destination... would your existence be meaningless since you never embarked upon a journey to define a set point that you could call your final destination? And then you have to ask, does your journey really ever reach the so-called destination? How does one define a destination? Personally I think the original quote is bullshit. Life is a journey true. But the journey being more important than the destination is ludicrous. Your "journey" per se could not exist if there was never a destination. Sure you can wing life by the horns, but is it really a journey if you allowed life to just aimlessly toss you about in the wind? The idealogy behind the previous question is the quote "To control your life you must have no control over it." Which I believe is a tough belief in itself. There are many outlying factors you must consider. Do you control anything at all if there is predestined fate? Is your life your own to control if there is a higher power? If we are just 'dust in the wind' then survival of the fittest would control you, correct? I guess what I'm saying is (maybe another classic 'off-on-a-tangent' justin quote)...Maybe you do not have control of your life to make a destination. Your journey is a facade behind the ideals that you want to believe you have control of something in this world where you control nothing at all. Do people not feel more comfortable when they believe they have control of something, either something small as a animal all the way up to the grand portrait that is life? Lets say GOD stopped by for a small visit and took away your freedom of choice. You have now lost all control over something you probably didn't have in the first place. Or lets say human beings became enslaved by another super being. Pandemonium would ensue. Heres a stressed point I guess. I could sit here right now and set a destination for myself, which according to the quote, this is irrelevant. Now my life is judge from here to that destination. That would prove the worthwhile of my life even if I'm the judge, the jury, and the excutioner of that thought, or if someone else was. Now is the problem. I fail to reach that destination I strived all my life to strive for. Again was my life and all the attempts to reach what I thought possible in vain? The self-help people are probably reading this thinking... "wow he can't join our meetings" but thats beside the point. My question of main concern is... Is it worthwhile to set a destination and classify an entire life span (which is just a spec of dirt on a beach) on how I arrived/attempted to reach my goal? or is it not more enticing to resign from my position as control of my destiny? A point I forgot to touch. If you believe in predestined fate...sorry but you control nothing of this thing we call life. Its all laid out for you. All you can do is lay down in the corner and accept it. So heres what I say. Set goals for yourself but don't spend every waking minute of your life trying to receive a title you won't see, for when you reach your destination you won't have time to enjoy it. Make life what you want it to be. I'm not going to tell you some happy quote to end on, because f' it. Life ain't peachy. Its a big convoluted cloud of beliefs, ideas, rights, and wrongs. Spend your time on this earth how you want to. And me personally, I prefer the life of no absolute rights and wrongs, winners and losers, love and hate. The gray area is where the best times come from. So here my friends, is a cheer to the gray area." Again, this is very random, I know. I won't even read back over it. Instead I will post it in its entirety straight from the hip. No edits whatsoever. I don't enjoy editing my writing, because I think its more in-depth when you contradict yourself, say things people won't agree with, and have it all out of order. Again I wrote this when my head was kinda cloudy and as usual my ending is the same. I leave my disclaimer here. "I apologize to no one, for anything written in the above text. If it offends you, then I hit my mark." |
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Song Analysis 1 - "Through The Glass" by Stone Sour Sep 29th, 2006 5:16:40 pm - Subscribe
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Ok so I got bored again and decided to dissect an awesome song in my own view point. This by all means not a be-all to end-all interpretation. Just my thoughts on the song. The song is "Through the Glass" by Stone Sour. First I shall post the lyrics courtesy of sing365.com/music. "I'm looking at you through the glass / Don't know how much time has passed / Oh God, it feels like forever / But no one ever tells you that forever Feels like home, sitting all alone inside your head Cause I'm looking at you through the glass / Don't know how much time has passed / All I know is that it feels like forever / When no one ever tells you that forever / Feels like home, sitting all alone inside your head How do you feel? That is the question / But I forget, you don't expect an easy answer / When something like a soul becomes / Initialized and folded up like paper dolls and little notes / You can't expect a bit of hope / And while you're outside looking in / Describing what you see / Remember what you're staring at is me Cause I'm looking at you through the glass / Don't know how much time has passed / All I know is that it feels like forever / When no one ever tells you that forever / Feels like home, sitting all alone inside your head How much is real? So much to question / An epidemic of the mannequins Contaminating everything / When thought came from the heart It never did right from the start / Just listen to the noises / (Null and void instead of voices) / Before you tell yourself it's just a different scene Remember it's just different from what you've seen Im looking at you through the glass / Don't know how much time has passed And all I know is that it feels like forever / When no one ever tells you that forever / Feels like home, sitting all alone inside your head Cause I'm looking at you through the glass / Don't know how much time has passed / All I know is that it feels like forever / But no one ever tells you that forever / feels like home, sitting all alone inside your head And it's the stars, the stars / That shine for you / And it's the stars, the stars That lie to you, yeah And it's the stars, the stars / That shine for you / And it's the stars, the stars That lie to you, yeah I'm looking at you through the glass / Don't know how much time has passed Oh God it feels like forever / But no one ever tells you that forever Feels like home, sitting all alone inside your head Cause I'm looking at you through the glass / Don't know how much time has passed / All I know is that it feels like forever / But no one ever tells you that forever / feels like home, sitting all alone inside your head And it's the stars, the stars / That shine for you, yeah / And it's the stars, the stars / That lie to you, yeah And it's the stars, the stars / That shine for you, yeah / And it's the stars, the stars / That lie to you, yeah Oh, we're the stars / Oh, we're the stars that lie" Ok now. Lets start from the first verse. After the chorus which opens the song. He leads off with the question "How do you feel?" The respnse that is given is not by who ever he is speaking to. It's a question coming from the person who is viewing him "Through the glass" more on this in a moment (Just a small note, this could also prove to be that he is talking in an internal monologue to himself. It could be a question and answer with his own being.). His response to how he feels is "You don't expect an easy answer". Which means he is obviously in deep thought because the easiest answers such as "not well" or "fine" just won't cut it with this person. Then he gives us some insight to the fact of the problem. "When something like a soul becomes initialized and folded up like paper dolls and little notes. You can't expect a bit of hope." Its my opinion, that either in a relationship with a significant other, the world, a potential work environment, or a friend ship... that his soul has been diminished and has lost its value. Hence the statement about paper dolls and little notes. Paper dolls and little notes aren't of much value to him, which makes me believe his soul is possibly tormented. The end of verse 1 gives us the insight he is either consulting himself or someone else is confronting him. "While your outside looking in describing what you see, remember what you're staring at is me." I take this in a couple of ways. Either he is beside himself looking at his internal, or someone is in front of him peering deep within him. But his self-conscience kicks in at the end. He reminds whomever it is, that with all the dissecting they must remember that everything they are looking at does not remove the fact they are speaking TO him. Verse 2 is a bit of a universal anatomy and its more of a lego building blocks verse as I see it. "How much is real? So much to question." This appears to be more of a what can you trust, who is who, and what is what type of question. "An epidemic of the mannequins, contaminating everything". More of a follow up to the opening statement. By asking what is real and how much... it only seems natural to give some sort of idea behind why something would provoke such a question. Mannequins by definition are lifeless imitations of real people. To not sound cliche, he is seeing an epidemic or mass-production of fake people in the world. Finding a way to inject themselves among the people who are not fake. The mannequins so to speak have their hands in all the flavors of pudding. Basically everything one thought was real turned out to be fake because of the fake people putting their hands on the real things. Next comes "When thought comes from the heart. It never did right from the start. Just listen to the noises. (Null and void instead of voices)."Again he is emphasizing that all the encounters he has had have not been real. It's somewhat like a HallMark greeting card. A feeling that one thought came from the heart, really did not. It had no bearing on anything courtesy of the mannequins. By listening to the noises, I think he is saying drone out whatever the mannequins are saying to you. And the result of drowning them out would be a null and empty space and be without voices. Which apparently to him is better than listening to the mannequins speak their incessant bullshit that they always seem to produce. Next comes a little play on words "Before you tell yourself its just a different scene, remember its just different from what you've seen". Basically he is telling me, don't lie to yourself. It's not that your in a different place per se, but its different from the places you have been before. That speaks more truth to me than lying to myself saying it's my fault and not my surroundings. *Whew* still with me? Finally the potatoes of every song you hear. The chorus. Since I've already stated that, to me, this either an internal monologue or someone asking him questions... Its only natural for me to say the line "Cause I'm looking at you through the glass don't know how much time has passed." is that he is under the microscope, either to himself or others. Which suggests also he is tired of being the fly in the petrie dish under a telescopic lens. And now he feels like he has been under this lens for far too long...kinda hits close to home eh? This is proven imo by the next line "Oh God it feels like forever" which is self-explanatory. And he is right about this "No one ever tells you that forever feels like home, sitting all alone inside your head." Oh so true. When one is under a self-evaluation of your own mind it feels just this way! You feel as though your at home in your mind but theres a sense of cold and loneliness to the location. Waiting for forever feels like it will never end, and no one actually tells you that. The refrain or whatever it is called is pretty simple to me. He even tells us the meaning straight up. Heres how. "Its the stars that shine for you. Its the stars that lie to you" is followed up and answered at the end of this song "We're the stars, oh, we're the stars that lie!" Basically humans = stars. Humans are capable of making people happy. Humans are capable of lying. So there fore in an a=b b=c a=c ratio. Stars are capable of making stars happy. Stars are capable of lying. If humans who are fake are mannequins then that must mean we lie. Its short and to the point. Fake people are imitations of life and they give false pretense to any thought process. Overall I think this is a great song all together. Again I wrote this just like my last blog. I have been doing a lot of self-evaluation in the past week or 2 and this song hits me right in the gut everytime I hear it. Like I previously stated. I am no music guru, maybe I am a bit of a philosopher, but this is only my ideas behind this song and I would like to hear your opinions and ideas on it as well. Either comment to the blog or send me a message. Thanks again for reading. Disclaimer asssssss usual: I apologize to no one. If it offended you, it served its purpose. By offending you it obviously hit home. |