Rewriting Song Lyrics to Fit My Story
Exhibit 1: Time is Running Out by Muse
Before you read on,
Listen to Time is Running Out by Muse
Or better yet, listen to it, while you read my version.
You had me drowning, asphyxiated
I wanted to break this spell that you created
You're something beautiful, a contradiction
I hate to play the game but, I love the friction
You would be the death of me
Yeah, you became the death of me
Buried it,
You fucking buried it
You fucking smothered it
You fucking murdered it
And our time is running out
And our time is running out
You keep pushing it underground
You won't stop me screaming out
I wanted peace, spiralled and lost control
I tried to give you up, but I was addicted
Now that you know I'm trapped, your sense of elation
You can’t let go to break my fixation
You are squeezing the life out of me
Buried me
You fucking buried me
You fucking smothered me
I let you fucking murder me
And our time has run out of life
And our time has run out of life
You pushed it way underground
You made me scream it out
How did it come to this?
♫ Ooh, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
Yeah, you sucked the life out of me
Buried me
You fucking buried me
You fucking smothered me
I let you fucking murder me
And our time has run out of life
And our time has run out of life
You pushed it way underground
You made me scream it out
How did it come to this?
♫ Ooh, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
The Song:
The song speaks to me as sung by someone who is feeling trapped in a hostile (toxic if you will) love and yet the addiction of it all keeps them bound to their love all the while fighting to keep their love alive and not rot away themselves, in the process. The song's aggression is their pledge to remain despite the hurt and the ticking timer.
My story; prose poetry.
For me, the lyric "our time is running out" depicted my own strife with the concept of love, if I am to disassociate the intimacy and the person; until it didn't and I had to rewrite it to fit my own narrative, and hence I did.
I was given a timer, a tenner. I waited until the ball would be pitched, but it never was. And while I waited, "our time was running out" until I realized, already, "our time has run out of life." There is no going back. While they sang of a pledge and while they sang of remaining, I rode on my train. While they sang of holding on, and while they sang that they won't let love be buried, smothered, and murdered, I cried as I realized —
my love had already been buried, smothered, and murdered. And life had been sucked out of me.
About the Creator
Azreen Mahmood
i write
to make sense of what's wrong around me
to let my emotions find a place
to say there's another perspective, always
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thank you for taking the time and interest <3
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