Museum of Pain and Grief

acoustic indie folk, singer-songwriter, handpan, expressive lyrical bowed violin

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Welcome to this museum of pain and grief,
It holds things here beyond belief.
The pain of a body that won't play its part,
The pain of trauma that scars the heart.
The pain of loss, the pain of remorse,
The pain of loneliness makes it worse.
The pain of not knowing where you belong,
The piercing pain of longing so strong.

This is the museum I hide in my core.
This is the museum with a lock on its door.
This is the museum closed by my choice.
This is the museum that silenced my voice,
In this museum, everything's on display...
All those things I dare not say.

Welcome to this museum of grief and pain,
On a good day, I'd rather not remain.
The grief for every loss that I bear,
The grief for things that make life so unfair.
The grief for what I had to let go before,
The grief that makes me think: "Please, no more".
The grief for what isn’t there and never will be...
The immersive thoughts that overwhelm me.

I lead you around, though it feels not quite right...
The pain is so intense, making me curl up tight.
I don’t want to feel this, so I tuck it away,
I lock the door, I don't want to stay.

But this museum is me, it has shaped who I am,
From little sorrows to the scars I condemn.
So I cannot deny it; I accept it now...
To lock it away feels like a loss, somehow.

This is the museum where my soul used to hide,
This is the museum that reveals my hidden side.
This is the museum where no one has been,
This is the museum that was not allowed to be seen...
If you truly want to know me, you've come this far...
Now and then, I leave the door ajar.

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★─────────★──────────★──────────★ Original Lyrics | Musical Arrangement & Production in Studio 2.0 | Voice based on my own voice | Cover Art | Audio uploads: Violin: https://suno.com/s/QODphxf464R7QAPo Handpan: https://suno.com/s/PpsUeKZjDdPYAd7z © Artanne - All rights reserved. ★─────────★──────────★──────────★ Welcome to this museum of pain and grief, It holds things here beyond belief. The pain of a body that won't play its part, The pain of trauma that scars the heart. The pain of loss, the pain of remorse, The pain of loneliness makes it worse. The pain of not knowing where you belong, The piercing pain of longing so strong. This is the museum I hide in my core. This is the museum with a lock on its door. This is the museum closed by my choice. This is the museum that silenced my voice, In this museum, everything's on display... All those things I dare not say. Welcome to this museum of grief and pain, On a good day, I'd rather not remain. The grief for every loss that I bear, The grief for things that make life so unfair. The grief for what I had to let go before, The grief that makes me think: "Please, no more". The grief for what isn’t there and never will be... The immersive thoughts that overwhelm me. This is the museum I hide in my core. This is the museum with a lock on its door. This is the museum closed by my choice. This is the museum that silenced my voice, In this museum, everything's on display... All those things I dare not say. I lead you around, though it feels not quite right... The pain is so intense, making me curl up tight. I don’t want to feel this, so I tuck it away, I lock the door, I don't want to stay. But this museum is me, it has shaped who I am, From little sorrows to the scars I condemn. So I cannot deny it; I accept it now... To lock it away feels like a loss, somehow. This is the museum where my soul used to hide, This is the museum that reveals my hidden side. This is the museum where no one has been, This is the museum that was not allowed to be seen... If you truly want to know me, you've come this far... Now and then, I leave the door ajar. © Artanne - 2026

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