Verse 1 When the room is full, I can feel my outline. I move where people move. I speak when I’m spoken to. I make sense because I’m reflected. Then the door closes. The last voice fades. And the room doesn’t get quiet — I do. ⸻ Pre-Chorus No eyes on me. No shape to hold. No proof I’m here. ⸻ Chorus When the room is empty, I don’t know how to stay. I feel like I went away. I keep waiting for a sound, for footsteps, for a name — because when no one is watching, I forget how to remain. ⸻ Verse 2 I try to be here on my own. I look at my hands. I say my name. I breathe like someone real would. But the silence feels too big, and I feel too thin inside it. So I stand very still — like if I don’t move, I won’t disappear completely. ⸻ Bridge I am suspended between quiet and fear. Waiting for someone to walk back in. ⸻ Final Chorus (quieter) When the room is empty, I pretend I’m fine. I say: I like being alone. I say: This is peace this time. But the truth sits soft and honest — not loud, just clear: I exist best in reflection… and I vanish when it’s not here.
