[Verse 1] I know how to look certain, how to make the whole room laugh, how to speak like every question already has an answer mapped. But underneath the confidence there’s a kid still keeping score, wondering if they’d stay around if I stopped being more. [Chorus] Do they love me or the version I perform? The loud one, the strong one, the shelter in the storm? I want to be admired, I want to be understood, but sometimes chasing validation makes me worse when I mean good. [Verse 2] I can feel my ego rising when I’m scared I might be small. Then I hate myself for needing to feel important at all. [Bridge] Maybe pride can be a doorway without becoming a throne. Maybe I can like the person I am when I’m alone. [Final Chorus] I don’t want to keep performing just to earn another cheer. I want confidence that stays when nobody else is here.
