[Intro] [Soft Piano] [Low Ambient Noise] What if the sky was never blue? What if I just needed it to be? What if every road I took was only leading me away? [Verse 1] Life was never a promise, just a question without an end. We wake up, we lose, then learn to call it living. They say that time will heal, but time only hides the scars. Some wounds never disappear, they just become who we are. [Pre-Chorus] Maybe we're just accidents that learned to say our names. Maybe hope is only something we invented to stay sane. If nothing lasts forever, why are we afraid to let it fade? [Chorus] What if there is no meaning? No light behind the pain? What if all these little moments are just shadows in the rain? What if love is just a lie to keep us from being alone? What if we're born to say goodbye and spend our lives going home? Tell me, what if— I'm just tired of asking why? [Verse 2] I thought the world was waiting for the person I could be. Now I wonder if it changes if it never notices me. Maybe freedom isn't flying. Maybe it's having nothing left to lose. Maybe peace is not an answer, but accepting there are none. Every mirror gives me back someone I barely recognize. I keep looking for a reason in these empty eyes. [Pre-Chorus 2] Maybe we're not broken. Maybe this is all we are— a little bit of hope, a little bit of tragedy. We build our little kingdoms just to watch them turn to dust. We call it “living” because we don't know what else to call it. [Chorus] What if there is no meaning? No final answer waiting there? What if every prayer we whispered simply vanished in the air? What if love was never meant to save us, only teach us how to hurt? What if every “I will stay” was something we just learned to say? Tell me, what if— nothing was supposed to make sense? [Bridge] [Music Almost Disappears] Maybe I don't need tomorrow. Maybe tomorrow doesn't need me. No destiny. No grand design. Just stars fading in a universe that knows no names. And somehow— we still call that beautiful. [Chorus] What if there is no meaning? Maybe I can stop pretending. What if there is no perfect ending, nothing worth defending? What if I'm not meant to be fearless? What if I'm just tired of being strong? Maybe nothing was wrong with me. Maybe I just held on too long. [Outro] [Soft Piano] [Long Silence] What if I don't need to understand? Nothing left to fix. Nothing left to prove. Nothing left to become. Just silence. And if someday the weight becomes quiet— maybe that is enough. [Whisper] What if… I could finally rest? [Silence]
