Verse 1 I’m staring through a window that nobody can see, Trapped inside a silence that’s swallowing me. Words on my tongue, but they never take form, Half of me’s present, the other half’s gone. A voice in my head keeps pulling me back, Reality’s a thread and it’s starting to snap. I reach for the ground, but it shifts like sand, Living in a world I don’t understand. Fading out, breaking down, I can’t tell if I’m lost or found. I’m torn, can’t find where I belong, I fade, but the world moves on. I break, but no one can see— What’s left of me. Eyes on the ceiling, I’m watching it spin, Numb on the surface, chaos within. Every step forward feels hollow, miswired, A ghost in the crowd with a soul that’s tired. Fragments of memory cut like glass, Moments dissolve, I can’t make them last. Living on replay, it’s out of my hands, Disconnected lines I can’t understand. Fading out, breaking down, I can’t tell if I’m lost or found. I’m torn, can’t find where I belong, I fade, but the world moves on. I break, but no one can see— What’s left of me. I drift away, can’t hold the frame, Erase the face, forget the name. A hollow shell in a fleeting scene, I’m stuck between what I am and what I’ve been. Can you hear me? Can you see me? Or am I gone completely? I’m torn, can’t find where I belong, I fade, but the world moves on. I break, but no one can see— What’s left of me.
