[Verse 1] What do I truly own? What can I ever build? My hands keep reaching out, but every touch is spilled. I stumble through the days, rewind my tired ways— one more mistake I trace, one more ghost I face. [Pre-Chorus] Tomorrow may arrive with silence in its eyes, or tangled in surprise— I won’t disguise. [Chorus] I still choose to be a child running free— not wise, not strong, not tall, just small and standing tall enough to fall. I still choose to be that kid who cannot see the weight of what must come— and sings a careless song, and stays forever young. [Verse 2] There’s no escape I know— the current pulls me low. I’m just a social ghost, a number in the host. I drift from door to door, a speck upon the floor— but deeper than the roar, a whisper I restore. [Pre-Chorus] So let the gravity spin— I’ll never fit the skin of who I should have been. I drop within. [Chorus] I still choose to be a child running free— not wise, not strong, not tall, just small and standing tall enough to fall. I still choose to be that kid who cannot see the weight of what must come— and sings a careless song, and stays forever young. [Bridge] Falling, always falling— no need to brace the ground. Changing? I stop calling; I’ve lost that hollow sound. No armor, no pretension, no map for where I’m bound— just this one resolution: to stay unformed, unfound. [Final Chorus (Outro)] So let me be that child— untamed, unreconciled— with nothing left to prove, and everything to lose, and everything to love like raindrops on a glove. I’ll be that child again— again, again, again. No grown-up mask, no plan— just me, just as I am.
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