[Verse 1] This tale has plenty endings, plenty starts again, I rewrite the world each time I pick up this pen. The city glows at night — is it real or a show? Or is it bright ’cause I said it was so? You see, the world shifts form when I speak my truth, I turn doubts into colors with the ease of youth. They saw grey skies, dull roads, concrete and stone— And suddenly you start seeing color. [Pre-Chorus] I told myself it felt like fate, A quiet spark beneath my ribs. I traced the shape of what we were, Like holding sunlight in my fist. I said your warmth was something true, A Corner Of The world i Crave But every word I built you with Was just a dream I dyed in gray. [Chorus] A purple sky I swore was lie, A spark like Cinderella’s spell, It stays till dawn then slips from me, But maybe someday I’ll make it real. [Drop] But someday I’ll make it real But someday I’ll make it real --- [Verse 2] People used to laugh when I’d shift my fate, Said the world doesn’t change, that it’s locked in place. But I learned that a voice can repaint the ground, That a whisper of faith makes a deeper sound. I once told a friend that the night feels kind, Not cold, not cruel—just a map for the mind. They said “is that real or a trick you play?” I said “maybe both… but it guides my way.” --- [Pre-Chorus] I told myself it felt like fate, A quiet spark beneath my ribs. I traced the shape of what we were, Like holding sunlight in my fist. I said your warmth was something true, A Corner Of The world i Crave But every word I built you with Was just a dream I dyed in gray. --- A purple sky I swore was lie, A spark like Cinderella’s spell, It stays till dawn then slips from me, But maybe someday I’ll make it real. --- [Drop] But someday I’ll make it real But someday I’ll make it real
