Lyric

I couldn’t form a shape of who I am—

So I pretended, hid behind a hollow shell

Those days repeated endlessly

No ending line in sight

What can these hands leave behind?

A fading shadow slips away

Is it there or not? I can’t tell

Does everyone carry

The same kind of pain inside?

Like stepping into a fairytale

I’ll draw a world and dive right in

Against the rules of this reality

That only knows how to take from you—

I’ll break them all

Until zero turns into one

I won’t stop—not until the morning breaks

To the edge of creation

Is it there or not? I don’t know

Even if it exists, maybe it’s small

Break the chains—release to the sky

To the edge of creation

To the edge each one of us must reach