Deep Down I'm Really Kirk Van Houten
Crywank Lyrics


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Sad songs won't make up
For the shit that I have done
And sorry means nothing
When I haven't learnt my lessons

Repeat my lines as if I'm a victim
Repeat my lines as if I am kind
I am a thief and a liar
And they mean less to me every time

Paint myself as an angel
I don't deserve your praise




I wear my sadness on my sleeve
When I am happy most days

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Crywank's song Deep Down I'm Really Kirk Van Houten are a poignant and self-reflective confession of wrongdoings and a character assessment. The singer acknowledges that even the saddest songs won't make up for the mistakes they have made, and that apologies don't mean much if they haven't learned from their past actions. The repetition of the phrase "Repeat my lines as if I am kind" emphasizes the singer's self-awareness of their tendency to put on an act, to pretend to be good or a victim, rather than facing the truth about who they are.


The second half of the song reveals the singer's discomfort with the image they present to the world. They perceive themselves as a thief and a liar, undeserving of praise, even when they try to "paint themselves as an angel." The final line "I wear my sadness on my sleeve, when I am happy most days" shows that the singer is aware of their tendency to dwell on negative emotions, to present themselves as melancholy or troubled even when they are generally content.


Line by Line Meaning

Sad songs won't make up
No amount of sad songs can atone for the wrong I have done


For the shit that I have done
For the horrible things I have done


And sorry means nothing
Saying sorry doesn't mean much


When I haven't learnt my lessons
If I haven't learned from my mistakes


Repeat my lines as if I'm a victim
Recite my words as if I am blameless


Repeat my lines as if I am kind
Say my lines as if I am a compassionate person


I am a thief and a liar
I have stolen and lied


And they mean less to me every time
And those actions mean less to me every time I do them


Paint myself as an angel
Portray myself as innocent


I don't deserve your praise
I am not worthy of your admiration


I wear my sadness on my sleeve
I show my sadness openly


When I am happy most days
Even though I am content most days




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