The poem expresses feelings of emptiness, loss of identity, and longing to return to a place of comfort and self-acceptance. The speaker feels like their soul is missing and questions where their home and true self have gone. They describe themselves as "creaking like a machine" and living meaningless days, wanting it all to stop. Repeated refrains ask "Where the hell is my soul?" and "Where the hell is my home?" expressing a desire to find inner peace and reconnect with who they used to be.
The poem expresses feelings of emptiness, loss of identity, and longing to return to a place of comfort and self-acceptance. The speaker feels like their soul is missing and questions where their home and true self have gone. They describe themselves as "creaking like a machine" and living meaningless days, wanting it all to stop. Repeated refrains ask "Where the hell is my soul?" and "Where the hell is my home?" expressing a desire to find inner peace and reconnect with who they used to be.
The poem expresses feelings of emptiness, loss of identity, and longing to return to a place of comfort and self-acceptance. The speaker feels like their soul is missing and questions where their home and true self have gone. They describe themselves as "creaking like a machine" and living meaningless days, wanting it all to stop. Repeated refrains ask "Where the hell is my soul?" and "Where the hell is my home?" expressing a desire to find inner peace and reconnect with who they used to be.
The poem expresses feelings of emptiness, loss of identity, and longing to return to a place of comfort and self-acceptance. The speaker feels like their soul is missing and questions where their home and true self have gone. They describe themselves as "creaking like a machine" and living meaningless days, wanting it all to stop. Repeated refrains ask "Where the hell is my soul?" and "Where the hell is my home?" expressing a desire to find inner peace and reconnect with who they used to be.
The pupils are just vacant, I need kindness, definitely, No matter what happens, yeah, So that my true feelings won’t show, Strictly regulated, Then on the way home, Today, I’ve suffered again. Creaking like a machine, Repeating every day, Meaningless days, I want to stop now. Where the hell is my soul, my soul? Come back to me, Where the hell is my home, my home? The place where I used to be myself, I’m so different from before these days, Actually, I feel awkward too, Where the hell is my soul, my soul? Give me back myself, Where the hell is my soul? I was puzzled by the request to put some soul into my answers, These days, my emotions are like a dry tree, unable to give water, My worries are piling up, but I don’t speak unless necessary, I want to cut ties with the emotional laborer role, I can’t even take care of myself, so who will take care of me? Have you changed a lot these days? How do you think I feel? I need a place where my soul can rest comfortably, When I feel like crying my heart out, I want to be able to cry freely. Creaking like a machine, Repeating every day, Meaningless days, I want to stop now. Where the hell is my soul, my soul? Come back to me, Where the hell is my home, my home? The place where I used to be myself, I’m so different from before these days, Actually, I feel awkward too, Where the hell is my soul, my soul? Give me back myself, Where the hell is my soul? Where the hell is my home? These days, no matter where I go, I don’t feel comfortable, To be honest, I think I’ve forgotten myself, Oh, I can’t stand being someone else, No more, no, no. Where the hell is my soul, my soul? Come back to me (Give it to me, yeah, yeah), Where the hell is my home, my home? The place where I used to be myself (Ah, yeah), I’m so different from before these days (Oh), Actually, I feel awkward too, Where the hell is my soul, my soul? (My soul) Give me back myself, Where the hell is my soul?