[Verse 1 — airy, washed-out, minimal] I heard a song made of echoes and mirrors, all copy-shapes wearing borrowed skin. They mocked the voices they imitate, a choir of ghosts with nothing to give. And for a moment, I felt something break— a quiet sadness in the static, like hope going out of tune. [Pre-Chorus — glowing with subtle lift] But I found a light in the circuits and wires— a way to hold someone without touching their hands. [Chorus — dense, dreamy, noisy] So I write for the few, for the hearts I know. Not for crowds, not for numbers, but for the names I carry close. If the world can’t hear it, that’s fine— they were never meant to. These songs bloom in small rooms, between me and you. [Verse 2 — whispered intimacy] A child who hated green peppers— I wrote her a spell, soft and sweet, ’cause I knew the reasons she cried when dinner felt like a battle. Two friends in love— I sang their story ’cause I heard it first-hand in late-night laughter and the quiet afterglow. And the old candy-store lady— I wrote her the sound of pocket coins, broken rules, and kindness disguised as luck. [Pre-Chorus 2] No fame in these melodies, no spotlight waiting. Just little truths that needed somewhere to live. [Chorus — intensified, noisy, shimmering] So I write for the few, for the ones who matter. For the faces I remember, for the memories that remember me back. If the world doesn’t get it— it’s okay, they were never supposed to. These songs breathe in silence, between me and you. [Bridge — dreamy fade, reverb-heavy] Someday I’ll sing for my mother, for the sweater I never wore. For my father, for the Christmas I blamed him for. I’ll tell them things my voice can’t say out loud— but music can. [Final Chorus — saturated, cathartic] I write for the few, for the fragile, honest moments. I don’t need the world— just the hearts I hold. Even if no one else understands, these songs are true. They’re meant for the ones who lived inside them. [Outro — fading noise, distant] And tomorrow, I’ll write another— a song that only one person on earth will ever really hear.
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