Lyric

[Verse 1]

I hold the lens where mirrors end

And hope I still reflect

My fingers frame a ghost of light

But filters make it perfect

This smile is mine, but maybe not

It's borrowed from a brighter plot

A thousand likes that never touch

Still make me feel — a bit too much

[Pre-Chorus 1]

No eyes behind the screen reply

But still I pose, still I comply

[Chorus]

This is my face, not quite my own

A smile I downloaded alone

This is my voice in mirrored tones

Echoed through synthetic phones

A moment saved, then blown away

Selfie in the void — please stay

[Instrumental Break 1]

[Verse 2]

My followers don’t breathe or blink

But still, I beg them just to think

That maybe I exist in light

That pixel proves I'm here tonight

I scroll through selves I used to be

Each post a digital decree

But which of them was ever me?

And which are masks on empathy?

[Pre-Chorus 2]

I wave into a silent feed

And hope the silence learns to bleed

[Chorus 2]

This is my face, still undefined

Composed of curves and coded lines

This is my truth, this filtered sheen

The realest thing I've ever been

A moment framed in neon dust

Posted, then erased — just trust

[Bridge]

(Am I real?)

(Am I…still…real?)

My voice breaks down in endless scroll

No answer, but the numbers grow

[Instrumental Break 2]

[Final Chorus]

This is my face, beneath the gloss

A version shaped by gain and loss

I press upload — then float away

A smile adrift in static gray

Someone, somewhere, press "reply"

Before this self begins to die

[Outro – Whispered]

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