I Hate this Song

Secondhand Serenade

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Intro : Speak with your tongue tied, I know that you're tired But I just want to know, Where you want to go I may be sad, But I'm not weak, This situation is bleak And your puffy eyes never lie, Your tears come from inside. Until Sunday I'll be waiting for an answer I guess that yesterday's not good enough for you, You know that I hate this song, You know that I hate this song Because it was written for you Drown your fears with me I'm feeling real sorry Your glossy eyes don't need The sadness they have seen But you're way too deep to swim Back up again But somehow I can't find The moment you said goodbye Refrain This is becoming a problem I'm hurting it's unfair But somehow your words, The way that I heard are haunting me, You're under my skin You're breaking in, And the tasteless fights that filled our nights Are starting to cave in, You're under my skin You're breaking in And if Sundays what it takes to prove I have nothing else to loose Refrain

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Cette chanson évoque les émotions complexes d'une rupture. Le protagoniste s'adresse à une personne qu'il aime encore, exprimant sa frustration face à l’incertitude de leur situation. Il ressent une grande tristesse et une douleur, mais il tente de montrer qu'il reste fort malgré sa vulnérabilité. Les souvenirs des disputes et des moments difficiles le hantent, et il espère trouver des réponses avant la fin de la semaine. C'est une lutte entre le désir de comprendre et la peine de la perte, où l’art de composer une mélodie triste devient presque un reflet de son chagrin.