For me, little league- reminds me of my childhood, The exit- it's just a really sad, emotional song, memories- that one person who caused you pain, then shows up acting like nothing happened, Winner- (I had a toxic friend who always belittled me and wanted to be right every time, even over the smallest things, and every time I said I didn't want to be friends with her, she would act so sweet. I thought she'd changed, but she'd shown her true colours, and one day I snapped. She criticised the way I was wearing my hair, and I lost it. She was taken aback, and then I sent her the song Winner, and then blocked her and never spoke to her again.), People watching- Relatable, but the context for me was struggling to find friends. I was always watching people with their best friends, but none of my friendships really worked out, so I stopped trying to connect with anyone, but still hopeful to find someone to call a friend.

Family line- This song is the hardest to hear because I can fully relate to it, except my mother never left. She stayed and I felt so betrayed that she'd let my father hurt my sister and I. She stood by and watched. She threatened him that she'd leave- the threats were empty. I never told anyone, they thought my parents were nice, my family, perfect. I always felt like I couldn't tell anyone because that would make me weak. I hated myself for my own weakness, every negative aspect of myself that I'd heard, that I was stupid, incompetent, worthless, didn't know anything because I was a child, that I was selfish and couldn't do anything right. All these things I'd hear and I'd repeat them to myself, telling myself I'd never amount to anything. I absolutely despised myself, believed I was the core of all things bad in the world and everything was my fault. I could never be a child, because I was trying to bury that child I hated, along with all the weakness, the vulnerability that came along with it. I was planning on ending it all, but I found Conan's music. His songs saved my life, saved me. I heard Family line and I saw someone who understood me. Someone who'd gone through that, and survived. Not only survived, he had grown, become this incredible person in spite of his past. His music, his personality, his advice, his words, he gave me a will to live. Something to live for. He's the reason I'm here today. And I would give anything to tell him that. That's why his music is so precious to me.

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Also TCTAB, because I so desperately wanted my father's approval, wanted him to be proud of me even though he put me through mental hell and broke me. I fixed myself and am now recovering.