Feels like I’m watching my own life from far away. I sit inside my room, shadows crawling up the wall, thinking ’bout the moments where I almost lost it all. Everyone keeps moving like they know where they belong, but I still second-guess myself in everything I’ve done. People say I’m distant, like I’m never really there, truth is—half my battles happen somewhere in the air. I’ve been drifting from myself more than I can explain, memories hit different when you face them in the rain. And I don’t know if I’ve been here or far behind, I keep replaying conversations in my mind. If life keeps spinning faster than my stride— I’ll watch my thoughts from the outside. I watch my thoughts from the outside, trying not to drown in the low tide. Every quiet moment feels like it’s too loud— I walk alone, not following the crowd. I watch my thoughts from the outside— hoping one day I’ll feel aligned. If the world keeps pulling and I can’t keep pace— I’ll still find comfort in my own space. I’ve been carrying regrets like they’re stitched into my coat, mistakes I can’t forget, words I wish I never wrote. I try to blend in, but I’m not built for fitting in, I see the world sideways, neither lose nor win. I’m the type to disappear when things get too loud, fade between the noise instead of standing with the crowd. But maybe silence is the only place I thrive— a quiet corner where my mind feels alive. And maybe I was never meant to match the speed, maybe I’m the kind who grows in what I need. When the pressure pulls me further from my pride— I watch my thoughts from the outside. I watch my thoughts from the outside, trying not to drown in the low tide. Every quiet moment feels like it’s too loud— I walk alone, not following the crowd. I watch my thoughts from the outside— hoping one day I’ll feel aligned. If the world keeps pulling and I can’t keep pace— I’ll still find comfort in my own space. Someday… I’ll meet the version of me I’ve been chasing. Outside looking in… but still breathing.
