It’s not me inside this skin — Just the shape that I became. I see my hands but they don’t feel, Every thought bends, nothing’s real. I talk but don’t remember how, I fade while life keeps moving now. The mirror shows a stranger’s face, A ghost I can’t erase. I tried to hold on, But the grip gave way — Now I’m just shadows Of who I was yesterday. I’m not the same, I’ve changed again, Another scar beneath my skin. Every word I used to say Feels hollow in this frame of gray. You call it growth, I call it loss — The shape I am just counts the cost. My pulse still runs, but I don’t care, I’m breathing rust and empty air. I fake control, but I can’t steer, I lost the map that kept me here. No past, no soul, no flame remains, Just echoes through my veins. I tried to hold on, But the grip gave way — Now I’m just pieces Of what won’t stay. I’m not the same, I’ve changed again, Another scar beneath my skin. Every word I used to say Feels hollow in this frame of gray. You call it growth, I call it loss — The shape I am just counts the cost. Rip the skin, reveal the lie, There’s no “me” left inside. Every breath just imitates — I’m what decay creates. I’m not the same, I’ve changed again, I fade away where I begin. If this is life, then I’m betrayed — A shadow formed from what decayed. You call it peace, I call it pain — I’ll never be the same again. It’s not me inside this skin — Just the shape that I became.
