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In “Unwrapping My Brain,” Adam Ward offers a profoundly vulnerable Christmas ballad that transcends holiday tropes to explore the intersection of memory, mental health, and the lifesaving power of artistic connection. This isn't just a song; it's a thank-you letter to the 115 subscribers who became his lifeline. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ SONG OVERVIEW ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ This composition serves as an intimate psychological soundscape, utilizing the stark, quiet imagery of "December's quiet snow" to frame a narrative of internal excavation. Musically and lyrically, the piece operates on a trajectory from isolation to communal warmth. The "vintage Corona" (a typewriter) symbolizes a tactile connection to the past, allowing the artist to process "old regrets" not as failures, but as necessary textures of the present self. The narrative arc creates a poignant contrast between the solitary act of creation and the communal act of healing, asserting that the true "miracle" of the season is the simple, profound validation found in a stranger's listening ear. ############################### 🎵 LYRICS — “Unwrapping My Brain” ############################### [Verse 1] It’s twelve days before Christmas, December’s quiet snow, I pull my vintage Corona, letters falling slow. Unwrapping gifts I made myself, from years I’ve left behind, Each ribbon tied with memory, a present from my mind. [Verse 2] Pages hum with old regrets, soft echoes of past fears, But every line reminds me how I’ve cherished all these years. Coffee steams beside me, tire marks fade in frost, These gifts I gave myself remind me what was never lost. [Chorus] And then a spark arrived, a ten dollar note from Alexander’s hand, The first gift of the season he'll never understand, how it changed this man. It’s love that warms the soul, the glow that lights the night, A memory shared, a fan’s embrace, a beacon shining bright. [Verse 3] I see the notes fans wrote, about songs I dared to send, Every fan who listened, every word they’d recommend. Publishing old memories became the gift I never knew, The love returned to me, a miracle so true. [Bridge] Each gift from my past self, each memory I reclaim, Wrapped in gratitude, I whisper to the Lord, every fan’s name. The best gift of this year isn’t gold or bright displays, It’s love outside my window, in the hearts that find my way. [Final Chorus / Outro] Now Christmas lights are glowing, my heart feels bright and clear, I thank my hundred-in' fifteen subscribers, each click a gift sincere. One hundred fifteen treasures, all steps toward my future’s start, Love wrapped in simple clicks, the greatest gift by far. So I type these final lines with joy in every tone, My heart unfolds like paper, and I’m never more at home. [Spoken Word] Merry Christmas, to all those who love and support my artistic endeavor. Your love amplifies my minds voice! Your grace keeps me from falling back to a deep depressive sleep. Your simple gift of attention is what I will always love and cherrish. No matter who you may be, you are a gift to me. Don't be shy, speak to me in my comments. That is where you will get to know this old guy as a good friend. I thank you from the bottom of my heart and soul, your sincere friend in song, Adam Ward. ########################### 🎼 CREDITS Lyrics, Musical Composition, & Video Production all Written & Composed by: © Adam Ward – All Rights Reserved ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ 🔎 CONTEXT & INTERPRETATION ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ "Unwrapping My Brain" functions as a meta-commentary on the independent artist's journey through the lens of cognitive reframing. The title itself suggests that the mind is not a prison, but a gift to be opened and explored. The lyrical reference to "Alexander’s hand" and the specific count of "115 subscribers" grounds the song in hyper-reality, moving away from abstract fame to concrete, interpersonal gratitude. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ 📢 HELP ADAM AT NO COST TO YOU ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ If you can't think of a comment just put in my comment section "I read the descriptions". It will help me more than you realize because for some reason I get very little comments.♡♡♡ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ 💛 SUPPORT THE MUSIC ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Adam’s YouTube channel is not monetized. Support comes only from community donations and album sales. Gratitude and inspiration are emphasized, never pressure. https://buymeacoffee.com/dreamingadam... buymeacoffee.com/DreamingAdamProductions Album currently available: https://distrokid.com/hyperfollow/ada...