Paper Thin

(Verse 1) I hear my voice—it isn’t mine, Splintered echoes off the spine. These hands of glass can’t hold a face, Each crack reveals the empty space. The mirror lies, the shadows laugh, I’m a sketch that fades too fast. Smeared lines of a man unmade, Tracing outlines, I slip away. (Chorus) I’m just a paper-thin ghost, Folded where the ache hurts most. A phantom of the things I’ve lost, A whisper caught in frost. (Verse 2) Loneliness wears a familiar mask, Breathes heavy like the weight of the past. I scream in a tongue I don’t understand, Drowning slow in quicksand hands. The world is spinning, a carousel blur, Detached from meaning, tethered to hurt. I see myself as a silhouette, A haunting I’ll never forget. (Chorus) I’m just a paper-thin ghost, Folded where the ache hurts most. A phantom of the things I’ve lost, A whisper caught in frost. (Bridge) Disassemble me, piece by piece, In the fragments, I seek release. But every shard just cuts too deep, A maze where even ghosts can weep. (Chorus) I’m just a paper-thin ghost, Folded where the ache hurts most. A phantom of the things I’ve lost, A whisper caught in frost. (Outro) The static hum fills the room, A requiem for the hollow tune. I disappear like whispered rain, A fragile hymn to endless pain. (Instrumental outro fades into ambient distortion, blending eerie vocals and dissonant synth tones.) What am I?