(A soft heartbeat… lub-dub… lub-dub. Piano drips like water. A single violin hums warm above it.) ⸻ 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. ⸻ 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… ⸻ 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) ⸻ 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. ⸻ 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. ⸻ 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. ⸻ 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. ⸻ 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. ⸻ Outro (heartbeat slows… violin trembles… voice barely a breath) I am not distant… just unseen. A soft, wild thing… caught in between.

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