Evanescence – Breathe No More lyrics

Sometimes she observes reality as illusions, a beautiful delirium. Because to her, facing actuality is like facing demolition she created. Realism, this elusive and chaotic world she cannot comprehend, but is told is her own. As her eyes fix on her reflection, she gazes at someone she fails to recognize. This being is a stranger, a stranger with her image. She distinguishes her world in the mirror, the desolate earth she had never actually subsisted in. Because you see, she had never truly been in control of her life. Everyone she had ever acknowledged warped her into people she was not. Tainted her, twisted her, until she forgot who she really was entirely. She cannot grasp how her life had begun to seep through her fingers like water, or how it had strayed from her domination. Now, that she has discerned this certainty, she discriminates it is a demolition she created “ I've been looking in the mirror for so long. That I've come to believe my soul's on the other side. ” here she is saying that the real her is obscured behind the camouflage she bears. That underneath what she conceals, she will find who she truly is.
“ however, she recognizes that she must break away, away from the old life she used to breathe in. So she obliterates the person she was by shattering the mirror. All the little pieces falling shatter, shards of me, too sharp to put back together, too small to matter. ” she then realizes that lacking this person, this disguise, she is anonymous. She can’ t perceive who she is without this other self. She is afraid that who she is, is not enough. So she tries to put the ruins of her previous identity back together, even while knowing the pieces cannot be mended. “ but big enough to cut me in to so many little pieces if I try to touch her. ” she then realizes what she had done, watching as the blood trickles down her hands and wrists. “ take a breath and I try to draw from my spirits well. Yet again you refuse to drink like a stubborn child. Lie to me; convince me that I've been sick forever. And all of this will make sense when I get better. ” in this part I think she had attempted get people to comprehend how she feels but the world is so unrelenting they wouldn’ t absorb it. And her final unanswered question, which she now drones, “ I just can't help but to wonder, which of us do you love” is the confirmation that she has finally broken free.

Sometimes she observes reality as illusions, a beautiful delirium. Because to her, facing actuality is like facing demolition she created. Realism, this elusive and chaotic world she cannot comprehend, but is told is her own. As her eyes fix on her reflection, she gazes at someone she fails to recognize. This being is a stranger, a stranger with her image. She distinguishes her world in the mirror, the desolate earth she had never actually subsisted in. Because you see, she had never truly been in control of her life. Everyone she had ever acknowledged warped her into people she was not. Tainted her, twisted her, until she forgot who she really was entirely. She cannot grasp how her life had begun to seep through her fingers like water, or how it had strayed from her domination. Now, that she has discerned this certainty, she discriminates it is a demolition she created “ I've been looking in the mirror for so long. That I've come to believe my soul's on the other side. ” here she is saying that the real her is obscured behind the camouflage she bears. That underneath what she conceals, she will find who she truly is.
However, she recognizes that she must break away, away from the old life she used to breathe in. So she obliterates the person she was by shattering the mirror. All the little pieces falling shatter, shards of me, too sharp to put back together, too small to matter. ” she then realizes that lacking this person, this disguise, she is anonymous. She can’ t perceive who she is without this other self. She is afraid that who she is, is not enough. So she tries to put the ruins of her previous identity back together, even while knowing the pieces cannot be mended. “ but big enough to cut me in to so many little pieces if I try to touch her. ” she then realizes what she had done, watching as the blood trickles down her hands and wrists. “ take a breath and I try to draw from my spirits well. Yet again you refuse to drink like a stubborn child. Lie to me; convince me that I've been sick forever. And all of this will make sense when I get better. ” in this part I think she had attempted get people to comprehend how she feels but the world is so unrelenting they wouldn’ t absorb it. And her final unanswered question, which she now drones, “ I just can't help but to wonder, which of us do you love” is the confirmation that she has finally broken free.