The Little Miss knows how to get to my soul.
Taking her listeners, deeper and deeper into a depressed mental state as the seconds of the song increases, The Little Miss reveals the honesty of not wanting to do life anymore. Seductive and poetic in her approach, the patriotic singer ejects delicate yet disturbing words to an empath.
“Take me to the end of the race.” What does that lyric mean in the song? I am unsure, but I have realised that in general, most people aren’t okay with (the idea of) death. On the contrary, it doesn’t bother me at all. I’ve pictured myself in a casket. I know what I’d like to wear. If my body is in good shape, meaning all members are present, I know how I would like my face to look.
Hey, with the life I’m living, you never know how my life will end. If we aren’t honest with ourselves, who else could we tell the truth?