Pictures
Pictures is a song about feeling unseen . . like a fading frame in a world that keeps moving without you. It’s about the struggle to be understood, the weight of past wounds, and the disconnect that lingers between what we show the world and what we feel inside. With haunting lyrics and an emotional pull, this song captures the longing to be noticed, to be valued, and to finally step out of the shadows.
At its core, Pictures is about breaking free from the past and redefining your own story. It’s for anyone who’s ever felt like they’re stuck in the background, waiting to be truly seen.
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In a room full of pictures, I’m just a fading frame
Haunted by whispers, playing an endless game
Fixated, ruminating, lost in yesterday
Reliving traumas that never fade away
Heroes fall like autumn leaves, discolored and thin
Promises crumble, feeling the chill within
A fleeting rescue, just a moment’s grace
Yet in this crowded silence, I can’t find my place
And I’m standing still in the storm you cannot see
A whirling storm, lost in a whirlwind of ‘be’
But the sky is blue, and the grass is green
Yet all I see is black and yellow in between
You say you love me, but the words feel cold
Emotional deserts stretch out, vast and old
Your attention shifts, leaving shadows in my heart
In my own home, I play the stranger’s part
Upstairs, the distance grows, isolating pain
Unseen, unheard, emotional strains
In the mirror, an imposter with a well-known face
In the silence, I’m an intruder, out of place
And I’m standing still in the storm you cannot see
A whirling storm, lost in a whirlwind of ‘be’
But the sky is blue, and the grass is green
Yet all I see is black and yellow in between
What would show me that I’m wanted,
in the dark or in the light?
Looking for the proof, but it’s nowhere in sight
Self-punishment, a voice so cruel, a haunting plea
In the echoes of my mind, I’m begging to be free
And I’m standing still in the storm you cannot see
A whirling storm, lost in a whirlwind of ‘be’
But the sky is blue, and the grass is green
Yet all I see is black and yellow in between
We could talk for hours, but would you understand?
Or am I just a whisper fading in the sand?
Yet, I must choose, in the black and yellow sea
To find the blue and green where I’m meant to be