Try to matter

Verse 1

I walk the halls like background noise,

A quiet shape behind their choice.

They talk in corners I can’t reach,

Restroom laughter, muffled speech.

I stand in line while they disappear,

Pretending I don’t feel the fearThat maybe I was never meantTo fit the space they represent.

Pre‑Chorus

I’m tired of being almost seen,

A second thought behind the scene.

I’m tired of trying not to break

When they forget the space I take.

Chorus

I wear a broken costume with no one at my play,

Built from nights I stayed awake.

I give my all, they drift away,

Leave me holding all the weight.

I’m not asking for applause —

Just someone who won’t walk away.

I wear a paper crown on an empty stage

And try to matter anyway.

Verse 2

I wrote the lines, I built the frame,

They barely learned their parts by name.

I stayed up late to make it right,

They quit the play without a fight.

I stood alone with blank white walls,

No curtains, props, or cast at all.

Still I tried to make it shine,

Even when the fault felt mine.

Pre‑Chorus

I’m tired of giving everything

To people who don’t give a thing.

I’m tired of being left behind

By friends who never take the time

Chorus

I wear a broken costume, no audience to watch my play

Built from all those nights when I chose to stay awake.

I give my all, but they still drift away,

Leave me holding all the weight.

I’m not asking for applause —

Just someone who won’t walk away.

I try to mask the constant pain

And try to matter anyway.

Bridge

I drop glass memories from shaky hands,

Break pieces I don’t understand.

It’s never just the ornament —

It’s every time I lose my grip again.

I mask the cracks with practiced smiles,

Lose myself in practiced styles.I don’t know what’s real or fake,Or who I am beneath the ache.

Verse 3

I follow footsteps down the hall,

Trying not to feel so small.

Even without me home feels complete,

While I’m the one they never keep.

I want to speak but fear the sound, So I stay quiet, I shut it down.

I listen close, I fade away,

Afraid my truth will make them stray.

Final Chorus

I wear a broken costume with no audience at my play

Fragile heart in a fragile cage.I’m not trying to disappear —

just want someone to stay.

I’m not asking to be perfect —

Just not forgotten every day.

I try to mask the constant pain

And try to matter anyway.

Try to matter anyway.