Written and produced by Monicka Ferens
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The lyrics are pretty much self-explanatory. It's one of those songs where I choose to be brutally honest, especially - or should I say MAINLY - with myself. It's easy to find excuses, blame it on circumstances or environment, and sometimes it is the fault of circumstances or environment, but sometimes it's your own fault.
I wrote this song few days after a therapy session. I told my therapist that my soul was dying. It sounds needlessly poetic, but this was exactly how I felt. I was having another existential crisis, struggles with self-image and a depressive episode. I wanted to create, but I was spending all my energy on survival. It was heavily affecting my mental health. But at the same, my art is not popular. I don't have a large audience that listens to my music, so on one hand I wanted to create, but a part of me saw no point in creating if nobody was waiting for it. But the therapist said:
''Create nonetheless, simply because this is how your soul expresses itself''.
I came back home later that day and recorded two songs. Almost immediately I felt a shift in my body. I felt lighter and better. As if my soul said ''my god, about time. Thanks for letting me do something for once.''
This one is about my constant struggle about being an artist. It's just a tip of the iceberg. Sometimes, when I am at my lowest, I wish I wasn't an artist and I could just do something completely different. But again, at the same time, I know that if I did do something completely different, I would've been very unhappy and miserable. Being an artist is who I am meant to be.
Sometimes it feels like a curse and with the lack of determination and perseverance, I wish someone could save me from me.
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It's the byproduct of hurt
Aftermath of inner war
The road once exciting to roam
Begins to overgrow
I never really had it in me
This unswerving tenacity
The faith that separates the sea
Brought me on a sinking ship
Save me from who I'm meant to be
Save me from who I'm meant to be
Save me from who I'm meant to be
Save me, save me
(Save me from who I am)
Maybe real life got me beat
Cause I see comfort in defeat
I self-sabotage ferociously
And now my soul dies
No announcing onto the stage
I'm too scared to escape the cage
My potential's wasted on a rage
And now my soul dies
Save me from who I'm meant to be
Save me from who I'm meant to be
Save me from who I'm meant to be
Save me, save me
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