Sitting at the back of the class again, Quiet as a shadow, trying not to pretend. They laugh so loud, but they don’t see, The girl behind the screen, just wanna be free. I paint my dreams in notebook ink, But the world just tells me, "Do less, don’t think." But I’m more than whispers, more than their lies— I’m the invisible me, but I’m breaking the frame, A fire in the dark, no, I won’t play their game. They don’t know my name, but one day they’ll see, The light in the cracks is the realest me. Scrolling through the pics, everyone’s "fine", But who’s the judge of my highlight reel? I’m done with filters, done with the act, My messy, real heart—that’s where it’s at. [Bridge] Maybe I’m weird, maybe I’m strange, But the stars don’t shine if they’re all the same. So watch me rise, watch me glow— I’m the invisible me, but I’m breaking the frame, A fire in the dark, no, I won’t play their game. They don’t know my name, but one day they’ll see, The light in the cracks is the realest me. Invisible… but not for long.
