Who Am I

Someday I’ll shine as bright as those stars in the lore

I might be glowing with smiles, adored like never before

But, for a decade, I've felt stuck on the same floor

Lost in the current, with doubt I ignore

A scar engraved like ink on fragile skin

No matter where I've been, the past lies within

The trace you sold, it haunts me so deeply

They stand on your dreams while generously feeding off all wishes

Your heart yearns to cry out, all trapped within

Disgrace gestures and faces, all the same in endless display

Baiting with lines and fake smiles in a showy cliché every day

As a matter of fact, no one cares what you eat or where you stray

It's no thread in the fabric of my day

A fleeting wave of whispers—‘Am I just part of the whole

The weight of the truth made me sink into the gloom

Someday I’ll shine as bright as those stars in the lore

Cut, paint, and paste myself I've hated, proud like never before

Your gaze has shifted, molded by a world so extreme

I can't help but mourn the soul it stole in its scheme

It's a curse like a plague creeping with every breath

It repeats again and again

With no escape, no death

Clung by nightmares, haunting every fear

You've kept dancing to the cheap tunes, leaving no fortune here

Mending with lies, thinking they can make it new

Disgrace gestures and faces, all the same in endless display

Baiting with lines and fake smiles in a showy cliché every day

As a matter of fact, no one cares what you eat or where you stray

It's no thread in the fabric of my day

A fleeting wave of whispers—‘Am I just part of the whole

The weight of the truth made me sink into the gloom

Even when my words wither

They fail to appear

There're what I have revered

Flaunting in desire

Even when I cry

Somewhere in my mind

When I line up what

I've lost and got

Even when my heart shakes

Words just fade

Lost in the noise they make

With desire's flare

Even when the day breaks

When I count

What I've lost and forsaken

Disgrace gestures and faces, all the same in endless display

Baiting with lines and fake smiles in a showy cliché every day

As a matter of fact, no one cares what you eat or where you stray

It's no thread in the fabric of my day

A fleeting wave of whispers—‘Am I just part of the whole

The weight of the truth made me sink into the gloom