Lyric

Who's talking now, is it even me

Static skin, borrowed frequency

Mirror's lying, says I look complete

Puzzle piece with no matching seat

Counting labels, none of them stick

Trying names on like a magic trick

Ha — funny how the silence hits hardest

When the crowd's loud but I feel the farthest

Static, static, in my chest

Can't decode this DNA test

Who I am is up for debate

So I dance right through the wait

Call me nothing, call me new

Undefined but coming through

Break the beat where the truth should be

That's just me, that's just me

Sarcasm's my second native tongue

Built a throne from the songs unsung

They want clarity, I give a riddle

Half a confession stuck in the middle

Not lost — just refusing the map

Redrawing lines in the empty gap

Maybe I don't need the name

Maybe the blank is the whole game

Call me nothing, call me new

Undefined but coming through

Break the beat where the truth should be

That's just me, that's just me

Still becoming... still becoming

Never finished — never running