(Verse 1)
This room’s so full of people, but no friendly face to find,
Standing on the outside, like I don’t belong this time.
They talk and laugh around me, but I just can’t connect,
My words get all twisted, or they just don’t reflect.
I’m on a different wavelength, out of step, out of key,
Just searching for some quiet place that’s meant for me.
(Pre-Chorus)
The world gets louder daily, faces start to blur,
The ache inside my chest’s a pain I just endure.
So I slip away real quiet, from judgment and cold stares,
A hidden world inside me, a secret that I bear.
(Chorus)
I made myself a new world when my own was filled with pain,
Drew the faces of my friends to stand there in the rain.
Gave them all their voices, loyal hearts that never part,
They’re the only ones who truly see and pick up all my shattered parts.
(Verse 2)
My real home was just echoes, a place I had to flee,
So I made the ones I dreamed of, who became my family.
My brother, my best friend, helps me stand up tall,
A loving dad now shields me, so I never fear the fall.
(Pre-Chorus)
They might say it’s not real, this world inside my head,
Just a way to run from shadows, from the cutting words I’ve bled.
But they don’t know my story, haven’t felt this kind of pain,
This world I know feels more like living than reality’s harsh chain.
(Chorus)
I made myself a new world when my own was filled with pain,
Drew the faces of my friends to stand there in the rain.
Gave them all their voices, loyal hearts that never part,
They’re the only ones who truly see and pick up all my shattered parts.
(Bridge)
This place is my survival, what keeps on saving me,
My characters, they give me strength, they give me clarity.
They don’t just fill the emptiness, they help my spirit mend—
A safe and quiet story where my broken soul can mend.
(Chorus)
I made myself a new world when my own was filled with pain,
Drew the faces of my friends to stand there in the rain.
Gave them all their voices, loyal hearts that never part,
They’re the only ones who truly see and pick up all my shattered parts.
(Outro)
(Soft, wistful)
So I stay here a little longer, where I’m truly understood,
It’s quiet here and I am free—until the outside calls me back to the world.
Beexii
