Skin
Among Familiar Faces Lyrics

December's face, always a lonely place
The cold and desolate atmosphere of December symbolizes the isolation and loneliness felt without the presence of the person I once shared a home with.

The rain is falling on the window
The rain serves as a metaphor for the tears that continue to fall and linger on the window, reflecting the emotional pain caused by the absence of the person.

Of the house we once called our home
The house, once filled with love and shared memories, now stands as a reminder of a home that no longer exists due to the separation.

As I could see myself dying in your eyes
In your eyes, I could perceive the agony and despair that consumed me, slowly draining the life out of me.

I crave to follow my own reflection
My desire is to rediscover my own identity and pursue my own path, rather than being solely defined by the relationship and its aftermath.

I'm aching for your touch
I yearn for the physical connection and intimacy that we once shared, longing for the comfort it brought during difficult times.

But I know I'm lost inside your arms
Despite the desire for your touch, I am aware that seeking solace in your embrace will only further cloud my sense of self and keep me trapped in the past.

When will I understand that these stupid fucking words won't bring you back
I struggle to comprehend that expressing my feelings through words, no matter how passionate or desperate, cannot reverse the separation or bring you back into my life.

You won't stand here first row as I say these words
During this moment of pouring out my emotions, you won't be physically present, eagerly listening to my heartfelt confession like you used to.

You won't smile anymore because I wrote about how much I loved your eyes
The words I write about my love for your captivating eyes no longer elicit a smile from you, as our connection has been severed and my expressions of adoration fall on deaf ears.

There's nothing good about writing about you anymore
I have come to the realization that writing about you no longer holds any positive or cathartic value, as it only serves as a painful reminder of our separation.

Because I've finally understood that nothing make you stay
After much introspection, I have comprehended that no matter what actions or words I employ, they cannot compel you to remain in my life against your will.

I tore myself apart every night the past 4 months
For the past four months, I have consistently subjected myself to emotional distress, metaphorically tearing myself apart in vain attempts to cope with our separation.

But the blood in my veins is not enough to keep us alive
Despite the intensity of my emotions and efforts, my love alone cannot sustain our relationship and bridge the gap between us.

And I'm a human shell where you used to live in to overcome the cold
I exist as a mere shell of my former self, for it was through our connection that I found solace and warmth to overcome the emotional coldness of the world.

Every time I hear your voice through the hallway
Each instance when your voice permeates through the distance, echoing through the hallway, I am caught between conflicting emotions of both longing for your presence and feeling shattered by its absence.

I'm torn between flying and falling
The overwhelming turbulence within me leaves me torn between the desire to soar and be uplifted by the memories we shared and the fear of plunging further into despair.

And I swear I hear you calling
Within the depths of my longing and imagination, I adamantly believe that I can hear your voice beckoning me, even if it is merely an illusion or a figment of my desperate longing.

But it's only the sound of my hands dragging on the ground
The supposed voice I hear is nothing more than the sound of my own hands, heavy with the weight of despair, dragging along the ground as I struggle to move forward.

Breaking all ten fingers to not fucking call you again
In a desperate effort to resist the temptation of reaching out to you once more, I metaphorically break and shatter all ten fingers, sacrificing my ability to communicate with you.

You can see the bones through the flesh
The pain and inner turmoil I experience are palpable, as they penetrate through the superficial layers of my being, revealing the raw vulnerability and anguish within.

To let you know that I've been really trying to get you out of my skin
The visibility of bones beneath my flesh serves as evidence of the relentless efforts I have made to rid myself of the lingering attachment and emotional entanglement that you have left behind.