As the final "sped up" chorus hit, Leo realized he wasn't just making a song about losing someone. He was making a song about the strength it takes to keep moving when you have nothing left to give.
He closed his eyes and let the "drop" take over. In his mind, he wasn't in a lonely apartment anymore. He was at a festival, surrounded by thousands of people who were also "living for the weekend," escaping the 9-to-5 grind and the weight of society. He could see the lasers cutting through the smoke, the dust rising as a crowd of "sick kunts" kicked the ground in unison, turning their collective heartbreak into pure energy. another_love_hardstyle
"I wanna cry and I wanna love," the vocal track pleaded through his headphones. "But all my tears have been used up." As the final "sped up" chorus hit, Leo
Leo wasn’t just making music; he was purging. Every time the piano melody of the original song played, it felt like a ghost in the room. He remembered the daffodils he’d once brought for her—the way they withered just as their relationship had. In his mind, he wasn't in a lonely apartment anymore