Tell me

I walked in like a question mark

All angles and alarms

They dress me up in headlines

But they never see the scars

You want a version that you can stream

A name that fits the frame

But I’ve been bleeding through the static

Just To stay the same

You call it mystery I call it breathing

You call it broken, I call it leaving

Tell me who I am

If you know so well

Is it the echo or the shell

Am I the mask or the man beneath the lens

Tell me who I am

Say it like a friend

Not like a critic with a pen

I’ve been screaming in the language you pretend to understand

So tell me who I am

I’ve been the headline, punchline, the ghost in the glow

The name on your playlist and you really never know

You want the version that fits in your feed

but I’m not your caption im the the part you never read

You call it trauma I call it livid

You call it too much. I call it giving

Tell me who I am

If you know so well

Is it the echo or the shell

Am I the mask or the man beneath the lens

Tell me who I am

Say it like a friend

Not like a critic with a pen

I’ve been screaming in the language you pretend to understand

So tell me who I am

Not your headline, not your trend

Not the version that you can bend

I’m a silencing the spotlight

The truth you will defend

If you see me say it plane

Not the myth not the name

Just the voice behind the static

Still Refusing to explain

Tell me who I am

If you know so well

Is it the echo or the shell

Am I the mask or the man beneath the lens

Tell me who I am

Say it like a friend

Not like a critic with a pen

I’ve been screaming in the language you pretend to understand

So tell me who I am