Intro : Make me feel like a beggar Make me feel like a thi-ief Make me feel like a battle that cannot end in peace Make me feel like running as if I've lost my nerve Make me feel like crying tears I don't deserve Please bleed So I know that you are real So I know that you can feel The damage that you've done Who have I become To myself I am numb I am numb I am nu-u-u-umb Is this really living? Sometimes it's hard to tell Or is this a kind of gentler hell? Turn out the lights And let me stare into your soul I was born and bled for you old Please bleed So I know that you are real So I know that you can feel The damage that you've done Who have I become To myself I am numb I am numb I am nu-u-u-umb Never said thank you Never said please Never gave reason to believe So as it stands I remain on my knees Good lovers make great enemies Please bleed So I know that you are real So I know that you can feel The damage that you've done Who have I become To myself I am numb I am numb I am nu-u-u-umb

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À propos de la chanson

Cette chanson évoque des sentiments de douleur et de vulnérabilité, où l'artiste exprime son désir de connexion authentique. Il se sent perdu, en proie à des luttes intérieures, et se questionne sur l'absence de réelles émotions dans sa vie. Il implore une certaine forme de souffrance, croyant qu’elle lui prouverait l’existence et la profondeur des sentiments de l'autre. Le contexte semble tourné vers une relation compliquée, où l'amour peut se transformer en adversité, faisant de bons partenaires de puissants ennemis. L'artiste ressent aussi un vide, comme s'il ne se reconnaissait plus vraiment, et confronte la difficulté de vivre pleinement ces émotions.