Cynnacle - Only Mine [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1]
We grow, but never do we turn our cards away
We never learn to escape from the rock and the hard place
Matter of fact, it's easy to regress
Drawn to zoom in to the mess from accumulated stress
Maybe all of life isn't all about love
'Cos unrequitedness kills like a war on drugs
The burn of the napalm, the heat of the H-Bomb
Spills all over the globe like a hateful psalm
But every other creature on this fucking planet
Can just get through all their troubles and just forget about it
But mine are in the smoke, in the rain, in the laughter
Of my friends, in the phlegm, in the ash and in the cancer
The pain, the tears, the blood, the fleeting spark
The candle burning at one end to melt a bleeding heart
It seethes, but you have to rip the bandage off quick
To breathe the hope that I retained until I lost it

[Verse 2]
Look into my eyes, it's hollow in my head
I am only mine, but most of me is dead
I never feel fine, most of me is dead
My neck is on the line, but hopefully instead
I can rephrase previous sentences before they're published
I can witness the towers fall into the abyss
I'd never have to fear, but I'm broken and alone
And without a self-made therapist I'm never coming home
It's like the emptiness inside that slips into your mind
The dead reflection when you look into your mother's eyes
And you know deep down that you can't even tell her
What happens when you're left all on your own in this depressing weather
All you ever wanted was a shoulder to cry
And relate all of your problems to her just one more time
I never thought I'd have to leave the place where I could hide
But I need it too much, I think, therefore I die

[Hook]
I am only mine
I am only mine
I am only mine
But I just can't hold on this time (x4)

[Bridge]
Everyone around me insists that I need help
Convinced that I'm a danger, I even briefly convinced myself
My only last friends are a bottle and a barrel and a bullet
And the lack of courage to cock a gun and shoot it

[Verse 3]
But every other creature on this fucking planet
Can just get through all their troubles and just forget about it
Mine are in the smoke, in the rain, in the laughter
Of my friends, in the phlegm, in the ash and in the fucking cancer
The pain, the tears, the blood, the fleeting spark
The candle burning at both ends to melt a bleeding heart
It seethes, but you have to rip the bandage off quick
To breathe the hope that I maintained until I lost it
Look into my eyes, it's hollow in my head
I am only mine, but most of me is dead
I never feel fine, most of me is dead
My neck is on the line, but hopefully instead
I can rephrase previous sentences before they're published
I can witness the towers fall into the abyss
I could always justify my fear, but I'm broken and alone
And without a self-made therapist I'm never coming home