**Title: "Before the Melody Finds Me"** ### **Verse 1** I keep a cemetery underneath my bed, Where notebooks full of almosts gather dust instead. Every page is another version of my soul, That I convinced myself was never beautiful enough to show. I hear a hundred songs before I ever fall asleep, But morning steals their colors before they're mine to keep. I reach for something honest, but perfection shuts the door, Leaving fingerprints of doubt across the hardwood floor. I wonder if the writers I admire felt this small, If they ever questioned whether they'd be heard at all. Or if they simply bled into the silence long enough Until the silence finally learned to sing back. --- ### **Pre-Chorus** I wear comparison like a coat I can't unzip. Every compliment just seems to lose its grip. I'm chasing ghosts of songs that haven't learned my name... And somehow every failure sounds exactly the same. --- ### **Chorus** What if the songs inside me never find the light? What if they stay unfinished every single night? Like constellations hidden underneath the dawn, Beautiful enough to exist... but never to be drawn. What if my voice was only meant to whisper to the dark? Never loud enough to leave a lasting mark. I've poured my heartbeat into words that never leave the page... Wondering if fear has always been my favorite cage. Tell me... How do you write a masterpiece When you can't believe the hands that hold the pen? --- ### **Verse 2** I've memorized the language of deleting every line, Convincing myself tomorrow I'll finally get it right. But tomorrow keeps arriving wearing yesterday's disguise, Another chance to question every fire in my eyes. Some songs arrive like lightning splitting open empty skies. Mine arrive in fragments wearing someone else's life. A sentence here, a melody there, then nothing for a week, Like inspiration's fluent in a language I don't speak. Still... There's something stubborn living underneath my doubt. A tiny voice refusing to be drowned out. It keeps whispering, "Maybe the songs you're trying hardest not to write... Are the ones someone else is waiting to survive." --- ### **Pre-Chorus** Maybe honesty was never meant to rhyme perfectly. Maybe broken things don't need symmetry. Maybe every crack I've tried so hard to hide... Is where the music has been breathing all this time. --- ### **Chorus** What if the songs inside me aren't supposed to shine? Maybe they're lanterns for somebody else's night. Maybe every lyric born from shaking hands and tears Will become the words someone remembers years from here. Maybe all this fear isn't proof I should let go. Maybe it's the price of loving something so close. Maybe every page I've almost thrown away... Was quietly becoming who I am today. --- ### **Bridge** If every scar could hum, It would know this melody. If every sleepless night Could finally speak, It would tell me That art was never asking me to be perfect. Only present. Only honest. Only willing To leave pieces of myself Where strangers might discover They were never alone. Maybe the greatest songs Were never written by people who felt fearless. Maybe they were written By people who kept writing With trembling hands anyway. --- ### **Final Chorus** So if my voice breaks... Let it break. If these words arrive Covered in fingerprints and tears... Let them. Because perfection never held someone At three in the morning. Truth did. If one lonely heart hears these melodies And decides to stay another day... Then every page I almost burned, Every chorus I almost erased, Every night I believed I wasn't good enough... Will become the reason Someone else believes That they are. And maybe... That's what these songs Were trying to tell me All along.
