[Verse 1]
Oh God, how great is grief that grants the means to be inspired?
Breathing life again to empathy
That I thought had expired
But if my malaise capitulates
The lingering, emphatic ache
Could I succumb to joy again or at least find some relief in familiar pain?
Either way, if I'm to raise my voice again, I should celebrate
And take some comfort in knowing that
The slow introspection that I felt in isolation has left me with an elucidated sense of self
[Verse 2]
And I know
That it may not be enough to satiate the phantom ache
That I carry in my timbre
But it softly shakes the taut embrace that doubt had once maintained
May flora bloom from every wound that I have volunteered to display
[Pre-Chorus]
After all, don't I deserve to be happy too?
[Chorus]
'Cause there's a bouquet for every misery
An embellishment to all my weaknesses
I'm jubilant in my undoing
You say it should hurt, but I don't feel it
Oh God, how great is grief that grants the means to be inspired?
Breathing life again to empathy
That I thought had expired
But if my malaise capitulates
The lingering, emphatic ache
Could I succumb to joy again or at least find some relief in familiar pain?
Either way, if I'm to raise my voice again, I should celebrate
And take some comfort in knowing that
The slow introspection that I felt in isolation has left me with an elucidated sense of self
[Verse 2]
And I know
That it may not be enough to satiate the phantom ache
That I carry in my timbre
But it softly shakes the taut embrace that doubt had once maintained
May flora bloom from every wound that I have volunteered to display
[Pre-Chorus]
After all, don't I deserve to be happy too?
[Chorus]
'Cause there's a bouquet for every misery
An embellishment to all my weaknesses
I'm jubilant in my undoing
You say it should hurt, but I don't feel it
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