Verse 1 : City lights hum against my skin tonight, quiet reflections in every empty street. People pass by without knowing I’m holding a silent storm inside. I smile like everything is fine, but under the smile is a fragile line, a small crack only visible when the night leans close enough. Pre-Chorus : Sometimes I feel like an echo of myself, returning too late to answer anything that mattered. Chorus : And where the light falls onto shadows, I’m still searching for a place where I can breathe freely. Where no one asks who I’m supposed to be, or expects me to be stronger than I am. Just to be— in this fragile moment, unafraid that someone might see too much. Verse 2 : Sometimes I hear the footsteps of my past, following but never touching. I’m lighter than I used to be, but still remember the weight of words that once broke me. Yet every streetlight carries a quiet kind of hope— that there’s room ahead for those who kept silent too long. Pre-Chorus 2 : I don’t need witnesses, I don’t ask for understanding. I just leave a trace of myself on the cold glass of the evening. Chorus : And where the light falls onto shadows, I’m still searching for a place where I can breathe freely. Where no one forces me open, or looks away when they notice my cracks. Just to be— without apology, without fear. And to know that it is enough. Bridge : If you hear me, don’t ask my name. Don’t seek the story hidden between the lines. Just listen— sometimes that’s enough to keep someone from disappearing. Outro : And I keep walking, through soft lights and fragile shadows, leaving thin threads behind, hoping someone, someday, will hear me again.
