PhanFiction
TRXYE
by Sbuna101
A/N: I am so freakin' obsessed with TRXYE. It's all I've done all week, and I have it all memorised. lol I have no life. Anyway, I thought it would be cool to write what I saw the meanings behind each song from Dan or Phil's perspective. Of course, I had to start with 'Happy Little Pill'! Be sure to buy TRXYE (Troye Sivan's EP), it will change your life! p.s - sorry if I screwed up some lyrics, I did it from memory :3 -
-Happy Little Pill-
In the crowd, alone. Every second passing, reminds me I'm not home. Bright lights and city sounds; ringing like a drone, unknown; unknow.
Everybody around him; they have their lives planned out. Some attend college, some are handed a family job, some have no need to work. Phil Lester; however, is the boy who sits on his bed, watching 'friends' pass by, living a life, whilest he just sits and waits.
Glazed eyes, empty hearts. Buying happy from shopping carts.
To top off everything, he was dealing with depression. There was no living, merely existing, as he saw it. Floating by with reflectant, closed-off eyes, a heart with no concealed love.
Nothing but time to kill, sip a lot from bottles.
That's for sure. Phil Lester waits. Waits for time to eventually drain out for him, and he can move on to whatever happens to be next.
Tight skin, bodyguards, Gucci down the boulevard. Cocaine dollar bills and- my happy little pill. Take me away. Dry my eyes. Bring color to my skies.
There was that problem as well, but the anti-depressants; they could pull him out of his grey, dull prison he referred to as his mind. They could stop the tears, give his life a little meaning, a little hope almost, even if just for a few hours.
My sweet little pill. Take my hunger. Lie within. Numb my skin.
It became more than a want, it became a need. It gave him the hunger for happiness, the kind he used to have. Numbing not only his skin, but his mind, pulling him away from the screwed up real world, falling into his own.
Like a rock, afloat
He had no meaning. He was a small pebble, being tossed and turned in the flowing current of the river we know as life. He once felt the power to stop; and care. To be a boulder, letting the river rip around him, whilest he found his own meaing in the world.
Sweating conversations, seep into my bones.
He was the lonely queer of the school, and the verbal bullies poured venomous remarks over him, diving into his mind; left there for his darkest moments.
Four walls are not enough, I'll take a dip into the unknown; unknown.
His un-social, depressed world wasn't enough for him, he used to have goals, ambitions. Instead of going out and acheiving, he tried certain things he never would have dreamed capable from himself. Things he wasn't necessarily proud of.
Glazed eyes, empty hearts. Buying happy from shopping carts. Nothing but time to kill, sip a lot from bottles. Tight skin, bodyguards, Gucci down the boulevard. Cocaine dollar bills and- my happy little pill, take me away. Dry my eyes. Bring color to my skies, my sweet little pill. Take my hunger. Lie within. Numb my skin.
And so the cycle of his insignificant life repeated.
A/N: Well that was.. deep. I hope you enjoyed :D 'Touch' will be next! ('Touch' is my favorite on the EP)