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All these places now we can’t recognize
In the days when the living’s heavy
I wish you could just take me there.

My heart keeps watchin’
Through the skin of my eyelids.

More than that, the contrast between the emotional fragments and the visual projections, along with the fact that the window is broken, reveals the discovery that maybe, just maybe, you have sacrificed so much trying to be someone, when you have always been who you always wanted to be.