[distant, raw] Do you ever wonder… If people love the idea of you, more than the truth of you? [whispered] I try to be gentle, but I bruise like glass. I laugh at the wrong time and fall too fast. They say I’m radiant, until I burn too bright — Then they run from the light. [soft, fading] Love me (love me), hate me (hate me)… It’s all the same to me. Hold me (hold me), break me (break me)… At least you still see me. [echoing, fragmented] They write me in songs I never sang, quote me in words I never meant. I keep giving them my mirror, And they only see the cracks. [barely audible] Love me… Hate me… Just don’t forget me. (Love me, love me) (Hate me, hate me) (Love me, love me) (Hate me, hate me) [for 2x] [whispered, as if written in a journal] I think that’s what hurts the most— being remembered for the wrong version of me.
