LETRA
23
I looked at you, same as before
What had changed, I do not know
But the thought of you replayed in secret
It hurt me, but I asked for more
Falling down your rabbit hole
I kept on biting back what I was feeling
I close my eyes and you are there
Innocently unaware
Stop me, stop me
Tell me, tell me
Break my heart for all I care
As long as I get to be there
Stop me, stop me
Tell me
Is it wrong? (Wrong)
Is it wrong? Is it wrong?
It kills me when you'rе gone (Gone)
Is it wrong? Is it wrong?
Fast forward to twenty-three
Wе're barely old enough to drink
The bittersweet return of all these feelings
Sudden glances leave their wake
I cannot breathe under the weight
If you look hard enough, I fear you'll see it
The world around you cancels out
Three words that I can't say out loud
Stop me, stop me
Feel me, heal me
Your eyes meet mine and I implode
I guess I'll love you on my own
Stop me, stop me
Tell me
Is it wrong? (Wrong)
Is it wrong? Is it wrong?
It kills me when you're gone (Gone)
Is it wrong? Is it wrong?
Cross my heart and hope to die
Can't you see that I want you
So bad that I can barely breathe?
Can't you see that you're killing me too slowly?
But I can't seem to let you go
Every word you say, it's like it's poetry
A work of art that's not for me at all
Whoa
Hate that I still feel this way
Consciously keep choosing pain
Stop me, stop me
Stop me
Is it wrong? (Wrong)
Is it wrong? Is it wrong?
Is it wrong?
Wrong
Wrong
Significado de la letra
La canción '23' de The Warning empieza con una sensación de familiaridad pero con un cambio que desconocemos. Aun así, la presencia de esa persona especial sigue resonando en secreto, causando dolor pero al mismo tiempo una necesidad de más. Caemos en su mundo como en una madriguera, conscientes de lo que callamos.
Cerrar los ojos y sentir su presencia inocente nos hace desear ser parte de su vida, incluso si eso implica sufrir. A los veintitrés años, apenas mayores para beber, revivimos intensas emociones. Los vistazos repentinos nos dejan sin aliento, incapaces de soportar la carga. Tememos que, si nos observa detenidamente, descubrirá nuestro amor no expresado.
El mundo a nuestro alrededor se desvanece cuando nos encontramos frente a ti, las palabras no dichas pesan más de lo que podemos soportar. Cruzamos los dedos y esperamos con ansias, deseando desesperadamente estar juntos. Cada palabra tuya es como poesía para mis oídos, una obra de arte que parece no estar destinada para mí.
Odio seguir sintiendo de esta manera, eligiendo conscientemente el dolor. Quiero detenerme, pero algo en mí se niega a dejarte ir. Cada interacción es como un poema, una lucha interna entre lo que deseo y lo que realmente debo hacer. Es un conflicto entre lo correcto y lo que mi corazón anhela.