歌詞

Beyond the window, someone passes by

A single shadow with fingers intertwined

A profile laughing, without a sound

For some reason, it lingers in my mind

"Envy"—that word alone isn't quite enough

To explain this hollow, strange unease

My gaze drifts, having nowhere to land

Dissolving into the city, like leaves in the breeze

"This is fine," I keep telling myself

Repeating the lie, over and over again

Yet somewhere deep inside of me

A quiet tremor begins to rain

In the middle of this night, about to break

I put on a face that says I’m doing fine

It feels like everyone but me

Is moving forward, leaving me behind

In this empty room, with nothing to hold

I cry out loud in the dark, all alone

Hiding the truth, keeping it tucked away

So that no one will hear the seeds I’ve sown

Flowing across the screen, the familiar lines

Colors I’ve seen a thousand times before

As long as I stay here, in this frozen place

I don’t have to be anything, or explore

"I want to change"—I’ve said that word

But left it behind, forgotten by the door

I thought I was walking this path all along

But I’m not arriving at the shore

The longer I live, the stranger it gets

Why do I grow to hate who I’ve become?

Even the reasons why I want to be better

Are lost in the mist, I’m feeling so numb

In the middle of this night, I can’t quite grasp

Looking for reasons that are out of reach

It wasn't the world that stayed the same

It was me, trapped on this lonely beach

It’s not a mistake, just a different way

I wished someone would say that to me

Just once, to set my spirit free

Then one day, quite suddenly

The eyes in the mirror looked into mine

Without being asked, they dropped the truth

A realization, clear and fine

Ah, what have I been doing all this time?

It wasn't that I was running away

I was just waiting for the light of day

Even if I’m a little late to start

I’ll take myself wherever I need to go

I don’t need to mimic anyone else

I’m here, and that’s all I need to know

In a world without any "right" or "wrong,"

I don't have to force myself into the mold

I am who I am, that’s enough for me

A story of my own, waiting to be told