OFFSTAGE (Glass Hands)

Breathe… breathe…

Camera on, smile on.

Don’t shake. Don’t show.

Walk in like it’s easy, like I never learned “no”

Suit jacket calm, but my chest got a siren tone

Flash, flash—freeze, I’m a headline in a photo

Then the room goes quiet and I’m back to being solo

손끝이 투명해, 근데 난 잡아당겨

눈은 차분해도 속은 계속 번져

“괜찮아?” 묻는 말에 자동으로 “응”

그 한 글자가 목에 걸려, 삼키질 못해 늘

I make pressure look polished, make panic look clean

Make a laugh out of static, make a bruise look unseen

Got a list in my head, got a hole in my ribs

I’m the calm in the crowd, I’m the storm when it’s dim

표정은 규칙, 심장은 불규칙

말투는 유연, 속은 또 가시 돋친 듯

They say “You’re so composed,” yeah, I’m trained to perform

But I’m scared of the silence when the lights don’t warm

Hold it steady, keep it heavy, let the bassline roll

Smile sharp, jaw locked, never let ‘em know

근데 문 닫히면 숨이 무너져

거울 앞에 서서 나한테 묻어

Who am I when nobody claps?

Offstage—my hands are glass

I don’t break on camera, I break when it’s past

Onstage—steel spine, photoflash

Offstage—don’t touch me too fast

I’m the “I’m fine” that never lasts

Offstage—my hands are glass

I’m the hinge on the door, never squeak, never slip

Never miss, never bleed, never show it in a clip

But the cracks in the mask keep a count on my lips

And the louder they cheer, the more air I can’t get

칭찬은 빛인데 왜 아파, like a blade on skin

I nod like I’m winning while I’m losing within

박수 커질수록 숨은 더 얇아져

근데 발은 자동이야, 박자에 맞춰져

They call control a gift, I call control a cage

I keep a smile in my pocket like I’m paid per page

Halo in public, war in my ribs

And I’m terrified the real me won’t live like this

백스테이지 거울, 손 씻는 시간

찬물로 마음까지 씻고 싶지만

안 지워져, 내 안의 불안은

그래도 다시 나가, “프로답게,” 또 참아

Hold it steady, keep it heavy, let the tempo go

Talk slick, move quick, never let it show

끝나고 나면 나 혼자 남아

아무도 모르게 무너져 내려가

Who am I when nobody claps?

Offstage—my hands are glass

I don’t break on camera, I break when it’s past

Onstage—steel spine, photoflash

Offstage—don’t touch me too fast

I’m the “I’m fine” that never lasts

Offstage—my hands are glass

I’m not cold.

I just learned how to hide the fall.

I’m not proud.

I’m just scared it ends if I crack at all.

So I stack my days like bricks, build a tower out of fear

Turn a tremble into tempo, make the weak part disappear

I’m the lighthouse for the others, but the tide is in my ear

And the quiet is the loudest thing I’m forced to keep near

If you see the shaking, would you still stay?

If I say “I’m not okay,” would you walk away?

Hold my hands, even if they bruise

Maybe love is something I can learn to choose

Offstage—my hands are glass

But I’m learning how to breathe when the spotlight’s past

Onstage—still steel, still flash

Offstage—maybe I can make it last

No more “I’m fine” as a practiced mask

Offstage—my hands are glass

Breathe…

Camera off…

Still here.