Verse 1 She wakes up before the alarm. The room is still dark. For a few seconds, she forgets. Then it comes back to her. That quiet certainty she has been carrying alone. She looks at the ceiling and listens to her own breathing. There are things she wants to say. So many things. But she doesn't know how to tell the people she loves that she might not have much time left. Verse 2 So she gets dressed. Does her hair. Puts on the clothes she likes. She looks into the mirror and practices a smile. By the time she leaves the house, she looks almost normal. Someone asks her how she is. She smiles. "I'm good." And nobody notices how carefully she chooses those words. Pre-Chorus She has become very good at hiding the truth. Good at laughing when she wants to cry. Good at changing the subject when someone asks about the future. Chorus Nobody knows she's leaving. Nobody knows that every ordinary moment has started to feel like a goodbye. She smiles at her friends. She listens to their stories. She laughs at things she doesn't even find funny. Then she goes home and closes the door. And when she's finally alone, she folds into herself and cries quietly so no one will hear. Verse 3 She watches the people around her talk about next summer. Trips. Birthdays. Plans. Little things they'll do someday. She listens carefully. Because she doesn't know if she'll be there. Sometimes someone says, "We'll do this again next year." And she smiles. But something inside her breaks a little more each time. Verse 4 She starts taking pictures of things she used to ignore. The morning light through the kitchen window. The old chair in the hallway. A coffee cup on the table. Her friend's handwriting. The sound of someone laughing in the next room. Things that never seemed important until she realized how much she wanted to remember them. Bridge At night, she sits on the floor beside her bed. No makeup. No smile. No pretending. She covers her mouth when she cries. Not because she is ashamed. She just doesn't want anyone to come asking questions. She doesn't want to hear someone say, "Everything is going to be okay." Because she doesn't know if it will be. Chorus Nobody knows she's leaving. She carries it silently through crowded rooms. She hugs people a little longer than she used to. She remembers every voice. Every face. Every stupid little joke. And when they tell her they'll see her tomorrow, she smiles. Because she doesn't know how to tell them that tomorrow has never felt so frightening. Verse 5 One evening, she sits beside someone she loves. They talk about nothing. The kind of nothing that suddenly means everything. She watches them laugh and tries to memorize their face. They don't notice. They just keep talking. And she thinks, "Please don't ever forget me." But she doesn't say it. Pre-Chorus There are so many sentences inside her that will never reach anyone. "I'm scared." "I don't want to go." "I wish I had more time." "Please stay with me." Chorus Nobody knows she's leaving. She still smiles in photographs. Still answers her messages. Still says goodnight. She still pretends there will always be another morning. But when the world goes quiet, she curls beneath her blankets and cries into the darkness. She cries for the things she hasn't finished. For the places she hasn't seen. For the people she doesn't want to leave behind. And most of all, she cries because she has been carrying this alone for far too long. Outro Tomorrow morning, she will smile again. Someone will ask her how she's doing. She will say, "I'm okay." And they will believe her. Because nobody knows how much pain can hide behind a smile. Nobody knows how scared she is. Nobody knows that every day she is quietly saying goodbye to a life she wishes she could keep. And when she finally turns off the light, she whispers into the darkness— "I wish I had told you."
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