My World

(yeah…)

I miss it

I really do

I used to live somewhere nobody else could see

Whole worlds in my head, that belonged to me

Names, faces, stories I’d build at night

Now everything feels too loud, too bright

I don’t know when I stopped going there

Life got heavy, I stopped being there

Now I just scroll, I just sit, I just breathe

But I miss what it used to be for me

(yeah…)

It wasn’t real

But it felt like home

Now I’m here

And I still feel alone

I miss my world

The one I made inside my head

Where the silence spoke

And the stories weren’t dead

I miss my world

Where I didn’t feel this tired

Where I could escape

When everything caught fire

Now I’m stuck in reality

And it’s too much sometimes

But my world is still there waiting

In the back of my mind

(yeah…)

Still there

I used to write them breathing like they were real

Every line I wrote, I knew how they’d feel

Now I open notes and I don’t know what to say

Like I forgot how to go back that way

But I still see flashes when I close my eyes

Little scenes that never really died

They’re just quiet, waiting for me

Like they always believed I’d be

(back…)

And I swear I can hear them call

But I don’t go back at all

I miss my world

The one I made inside my head

Where I wasn’t stressed

And nothing felt like it’s breaking yet

I miss my world

Where I was more than just “okay”

Where I could disappear

But still feel safe that way

Now I’m just tired in real life

And I don’t know what to do

But my world is still there breathing

Like it’s waiting on me too

Maybe I didn’t lose it

Maybe I just got lost

Between everything I had to be

And everything it cost

Maybe I can go back someday

When my head’s not full of noise

When I remember I still have

That same voice

I miss it

I miss them

I miss me

I miss my world

But it never really left

It’s just quiet when I’m busy

And hiding when I’m stressed

I miss my world

But I think I understand

It’s not gone

It’s just waiting for my hand

(yeah…)

I’ll go back

I will