Verse 1)
I wait until the room gets dark,
turn my face into a little spark.
Painted eyes and borrowed skin,
it’s easier to let you in.
The microphone forgives my shakes,
hides the cracks my real voice makes.
I’m a shadow made of lace,
learning how to wear a face.
(Pre-Chorus)
If you knew my real name,
would you still stay?
Or would the morning
wash me away?
(Chorus)
So I bloom beneath a little blue light,
soft enough to survive the night.
Can you hear me through the screen?
I’m more honest than I’ve ever been.
I laugh in pixels, cry off-cam,
still don’t really know who I am.
If I disappear when the stream is through…
did you meet me,
or my point of view?
(Verse 2)
Tiny stars beside your names,
strangers learning all my favorite games.
Every “hello” stitches up
another hole I couldn’t touch.
Outside, I still speak too low,
trip on words I almost know.
But here I fill an empty room,
like flowers learning how to bloom.
(Bridge)
Maybe one day I’ll borrow
my own heartbeat back.
Carry it outside
without the avatar attached.
But until then,
meet me here—
where the silence sounds
a little less severe.
(Final Chorus)
I’ll bloom beneath the little blue light,
quiet as a satellite.
If you find me in the glow,
thank you for making me feel known.
When I finally close my eyes,
I’ll leave a moon where my cursor lies.
Not pretending…
just rehearsing how to be alive.