“19.A Small Voice Shouting from the Dead End

Verse 1 A small hope hidden here, Placed in a corner no one sees. I write apologies again and again in my heart, To old photographs I still hide beneath my bed. Chorus This is the only way I can send my voice, It may be too faint for the whole world to hear. But if you, just one person, happen to catch it, Please keep me in a small corner of your trust—just once. Verse 2 I’m not a good person at all, Not a thief in sweet disguise like they say. I’ve just wandered lost for far too long, Hurting myself and those around me without meaning to. Chorus This is the only way I can send my voice, It may be too faint for the whole world to hear. But if you, just one person, happen to catch it, Please keep me in a small corner of your trust—one more time. Bridge I don’t crave the spotlight, I don’t need to stand in anyone’s glow. I just want a small piece of good news To walk into an ordinary day, To remind me that the past mistakes Still leave room for a new beginning—someday. Chorus This is the only way I can send my voice, It may be too faint for the whole world to hear. But if you, just one person, happen to catch it, Please keep me as the last chance for forgiveness. Let this small hope of mine Finally come true—just once. Verse 3 Who would tell their own story, Only to feel more ashamed? The more I hear it, the more I pity myself, But tonight it’s only me and silence. I’ve walked as far as I could, But only walls stand ahead. Behind me, no home remains, No place where I can stand without shame. Chorus My story I don’t want to tell, Yet I still hear it replay inside my head. A whole life without clarity, Every job, every bond—I fail again. Like a dead end with no door, The harder I struggle, the more I tire, the less I belong. I want an answer for my heart, But today I don’t know where to begin. Verse 4 Others have paths laid out to walk, Goals that lift their heads high. I’m just someone waking early to do something, Then sitting back asking, “What was it for?” I can’t escape myself, My shadow repeats every mistake. The more I say “It’s fine,” The more I know it’s not at all. Chorus My story I don’t want to tell, Yet I still hear it replay inside my head. A whole life without clarity, Every job, every bond—I fail again. Like a dead end with no door, The harder I struggle, the more I tire, the less I belong. I want an answer for my heart, But today I don’t know where to begin. Bridge If tomorrow I admit I’m weak, No longer pretending to be strong for anyone, Just give me a small space to breathe, So maybe one day I’ll dare to dream again. Final Chorus My story I don’t want to tell, But if I speak it out, will it ease a little? Though my life has never had a clear path, Maybe it begins with one trembling step. From this long dead end with no door, Perhaps a small window waits to be opened. I still don’t know the answer for my heart, But I’ll try to stand beside myself—at least once.