歌詞

I woke up inside a borrowed morning

Sunlight asking nothing of my name

The mirror held a stranger quietly

As if my face had never learned its aim

I walk among unfinished sentences

Left behind by people passing through

Every step feels slightly unrequested

Like a word that no one meant to use

They say we’re here to leave a mark somewhere

But the ground forgets our weight in time

I listen to the sound of breathing

Wondering if that alone is fine

If I vanished like a minor season

Would the air adjust, then move along

Or is there something in this pulse

That insists my absence would be wrong

So tell me, why was I born at all

Not as a promise, not as a plan

Just as a question shaped like flesh

Trying to understand

I’m not chasing meaning like a crown

I’m not begging heaven for a sign

I just want to know

If living is enough

Without a reason carved in stone

I’ve loved without knowing what it leads to

Held regret like it was something warm

I’ve mistaken noise for being needed

And silence for the shape of wrong

Some days feel like borrowed chapters

From a book I’ll never get to read

Still I turn the page each morning

As if that act itself might mean

Maybe purpose isn’t something found

Maybe it’s the way we hesitate

Standing on the edge of asking why

Still choosing to participate

So tell me, why was I born at all

If answers never show their face

If all I am is a moment

Learning how to stay

I’m not searching for a final word

Or a role I’m meant to play

I just want to know

If breathing here and now

Is already okay

If meaning comes, I’ll let it come

If not, I’ll still remain

A quiet question walking forward

Alive

And asking all the same