(A soft heartbeat… lub-dub… lub-dub.
Piano drips like water.
A single violin hums warm above it.)
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Verse 1
(whispered, airy)
My heart…
beats like a tiny drum…
A creature hiding
in the snow…
You call me distant—
Distant…
say I’m numb…
But you don’t hear
the warmth
below.
I am a lantern
in the forest…
but you only see
the night…
I tried to glow
for all of you…
but shadows
ate my light.
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Pre-Chorus
(voice rising like a breath of wind)
I feel the world
in colors…
in whispers
from the wind…
But every time I speak them…
they turn to storms—
again…
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Chorus
(fairy-like strength, echoing)
Why can’t you see me?
Why can’t you see me…?
I’m not the frost
upon your skin.
I’m made of soft fire—
soft…
soft fire within.
I love the earth,
its creatures breathing
dark and sun…
But every time
I open up—
I’m the girl you never saw…
not even once.
(heartbeat stops… then returns slower)
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Verse 2
I walk the world
with quiet feet…
A trembling kindness
in my chest.
I see the hurt
inside your eyes…
but you move on—
never rest.
You think I’m sharp…
you think I’m strange…
a river running
out of range…
But I just feel
too much to hold…
and hide the rest
so I don’t
break.
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Pre-Chorus
My feelings speak
in poetry…
but language turns them
into glass…
I try to lean
a little close…
but somehow
always
break the past.
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Chorus
(stronger, more crystalline)
Why can’t you see me?
Why can’t you see me…?
I’m not the winter
you believe.
I’m made of embers—
soft embers…
the kind you never
see.
I care for every heart…
every human,
fierce or young…
But when I try
to show it right—
I’m the girl
you never saw.
The misunderstood
one.
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Bridge
(very soft → then rising like Aurora’s crescendos)
I see the hurt
inside your shadows…
the chaos
under all your peace…
How do you walk
through fire
and never feel
the heat?
I carry universes
in me…
too bright,
too wild
to tame…
But when I speak them
softly out—
you turn away
like I’m
to blame.
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Final Chorus
(soft beginning, then blossoms)
Why can’t you see me?
Why can’t you see me…?
I’m not the coldness
in your mind.
I’m woven from
starlight…
from ancient warmth
you’ll never find.
I hold the world
so gently
in my trembling,
tiny hands…
But every word
I try to give
turns into storms
you misunderstand.
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Outro
(heartbeat slows… violin trembles… voice barely a breath)
I am not distant…
just unseen.
A soft, wild thing…
caught
in between.
JOREN
