Saint Nobody Verse 1 I learned to fold my anger Into little paper cranes. Left them on the windowsill Like they could fly away. I smiled before I answered, Apologized before I knew. If love was something earned, I swore I’d make it true. They said, “Heaven loves the humble.” So I practiced getting small. Nobody tells a child The floor can feel like home. ⸻ Pre-Chorus I mistook disappearing For becoming good. Funny what you’ll sacrifice To hear, “Just as you should.” ⸻ Chorus Saint Nobody. Pray for me. I wore a halo Till it covered up my face. Saint Nobody. Pray for me. Everybody loves a martyr. Nobody asks who disappeared. If losing myself Was holy— Why did heaven Feel the same? ⸻ Verse 2 There was a girl beneath the silence. She had lightning in her lungs. She buried every honest word Before it reached her tongue. Now I meet her in the mirror, Like strangers sometimes do. She asks, “Who were you protecting?” I don’t know who. The candles kept on burning. The choir learned my name. But every answered prayer Sounded exactly the same. ⸻ Pre-Chorus I mistook disappearing For becoming good. Funny what you’ll sacrifice To hear, “Just as you should.” ⸻ Chorus Saint Nobody. Pray for me. I wore a halo Till it covered up my face. Saint Nobody. Pray for me. Everybody loves a martyr. Nobody asks who disappeared. If losing myself Was holy— Why did heaven Feel the same? ⸻ Bridge Maybe God Never asked me To disappear. Maybe love Was never measured By how much of myself I could leave behind. Martyrdom is just self-harm With better lighting. So I took off the halo. It wasn’t made of gold. It was made Of everyone else’s expectations. ⸻ Final Chorus Saint Nobody. No more. Let the halo hit the floor. If heaven needs A smaller version of me— It can keep the crown. I’d rather arrive With dirt beneath my fingernails, My own voice in my mouth, And my real name On my soul. Saint Nobody. Pray for me— No more. Pray— No more. Saint Nobody. Pray for me… Me.
