Exhale
Rarity Lyrics

I open up my eyes.
Starting to become aware of one's surroundings and current state of mind.

I take a look around.
Observing the present environment after becoming conscious.

I do not recognize any of these people around me.
Noticing unfamiliar faces nearby, highlighting a sense of loneliness.

What happened to my scars?
Noting the absence of physical or emotional wounds that were once present.

What happened to her car?
Questioning the whereabouts of something or someone that held great importance.

Why the fuck do I feel so sober?
Expressing surprise at being fully cognizant, instead of feeling like a haze or blur.

Is anybody listening?
Wondering if anyone can hear and understand one's thoughts and feelings.

Is anybody here with me?
Questioning the existence of anyone close by or willing to provide support.

Why is it so easy to breath again?
Feeling a sense of relief after a previously difficult or challenging situation.

To whom it may concern:
Addressing an unknown audience or people who could potentially relate or help.

I think I've done it again.
Realizing that the same mistake or pattern has been repeated.

I've pushed the boundaries of how far my luck will take me.
Going beyond what was thought to be possible, hoping for a positive outcome.

Why can't I just be happy, happy with thinking clearly for once in my life?
Expressing frustration at difficulties with mental clarity and a desire for contentment.

pushing the loved ones, the people I call my family, to fade away like me.
Acknowledging the unintentional distance that has formed between significant people in one's life.

It's either hell or obscurity. Rotting dignity.
Feeling like only two extreme outcomes are possible, both of which are painful and unhappy.

Rotting away like the corpse that I'm supposed to be.
Feeling like a shell of oneself, with little worth or vitality left inside.

I'm glad you know what it feels like living everyday like me.
Expressing gratitude or comfort in knowing that someone can empathize with personal struggles.

I miss the sound of your voice at night, and what we were supposed to be.
Expressing nostalgia for what was once a meaningful connection with someone.

I don't want to be a ghost to you anymore.
Desiring to be more present or active in someone else's life.

And I really can't take the sight of your face, as you look at my name in a concrete line.
Expressing sadness or discomfort at the thought of being remembered only in a grave or memorial.

I don't want to see the pearly gates, because my heaven's when you're with me.
Valuing love and companionship over religious or afterlife beliefs.