Wrong lyrics again. Grr. Okay, the "Oh the little pieces falling, shatter" should be "All the little pieces falling, shattered"; and "I just can't help but to wonder" should be "It causes me to wonder". I know, I know, I'm nitpicking again =). Forgive me?
To me, the song's about being in a relationship where you're loved for your beauty instead of yourself. You've been around this shallow love for so long, you begin to feel like maybe all you are is a pretty face. You break the mirror to find the truth and feel as though you're losing yourself along with the shards. Trying to put yourself back together, you cut yourself, again and again, bleeding so much that you stop breathing. Somehow, you force yourself to breathe again, but nobody understands what you've gone through. They're trying to tell you what's wrong instead of listening to what you're saying. Even after what you've gone through, after you've discovered the difference between yourself and how you look, you still think people only love you for your reflection. You're still simply a pretty thing for people to look at.
Hmm. Lol, I think I confused myself while I wrote that...
No it made sense. The mirror breaking can be taken figuratively. Shattering what you think you know, breaking free of it, and falling apart "bleeding" from the shock of it all.
No it made sense. The mirror breaking can be taken figuratively. Shattering what you think you know, breaking free of it, and falling apart "bleeding" from the shock of it all.
I had a breakdown a number of years ago triggered by a man who liked me for my looks not for me. I had to shatter a lot of the damage he did to me, and another man came along with the same intentions. I literally shattered, nearly committed suicide, but I was bleeding inside for the person I was, before all this happened to me. I breathe and bleed no more for the person I was turned into, an old friend came back into my life and pulled everything together with me, having been in a similar experience. I marry that man in three weeks. The only scars I have left from that ordeal are a case of acute anxiety, and a bit of trouble with trusting people.
But I can honestly say... I bleed and breathe no more. I was sick, and I got better, and everything makes more sense. I am a beautiful woman, but what made my husband fall in love with me in our first meeting was my mind. He has a high intellect, so craves stimulation, especially in conversations. He views my looks as a bonus :) And which would someone with a genius level IQ prefer? A bimbo, or someone he can discuss wormhole physics with?
Wrong lyrics again. Grr. Okay, the "Oh the little pieces falling, shatter" should be "All the little pieces falling, shattered"; and "I just can't help but to wonder" should be "It causes me to wonder". I know, I know, I'm nitpicking again =). Forgive me?
To me, the song's about being in a relationship where you're loved for your beauty instead of yourself. You've been around this shallow love for so long, you begin to feel like maybe all you are is a pretty face. You break the mirror to find the truth and feel as though you're losing yourself along with the shards. Trying to put yourself back together, you cut yourself, again and again, bleeding so much that you stop breathing. Somehow, you force yourself to breathe again, but nobody understands what you've gone through. They're trying to tell you what's wrong instead of listening to what you're saying. Even after what you've gone through, after you've discovered the difference between yourself and how you look, you still think people only love you for your reflection. You're still simply a pretty thing for people to look at.
Hmm. Lol, I think I confused myself while I wrote that...
No it made sense. The mirror breaking can be taken figuratively. Shattering what you think you know, breaking free of it, and falling apart "bleeding" from the shock of it all.
No it made sense. The mirror breaking can be taken figuratively. Shattering what you think you know, breaking free of it, and falling apart "bleeding" from the shock of it all.
I had a breakdown a number of years ago triggered by a man who liked me for my looks not for me. I had to shatter a lot of the damage he did to me, and another man came along with the same intentions. I literally shattered, nearly committed suicide, but I was bleeding inside for the person I was, before all this happened to me. I breathe and bleed no more for the person I was turned into, an old friend came back into my life and pulled everything together with me, having been in a similar experience. I marry that man in three weeks. The only scars I have left from that ordeal are a case of acute anxiety, and a bit of trouble with trusting people.
But I can honestly say... I bleed and breathe no more. I was sick, and I got better, and everything makes more sense. I am a beautiful woman, but what made my husband fall in love with me in our first meeting was my mind. He has a high intellect, so craves stimulation, especially in conversations. He views my looks as a bonus :) And which would someone with a genius level IQ prefer? A bimbo, or someone he can discuss wormhole physics with?