BORN TO BE
I PINK
Sometimes I don't know who I am
Mirror's blurred I don't understand
I'm lost again in my own hand
Running in circles like quicksand
But I'm waking up in my dream
No balloons no shiny theme
Every year my birthday screams
No presents just fragile seams
Forgetting the line where I once stood
Trying to find where broken feels good
Climbing out of the bed like I should
Digging for pieces under the hood
But I'm waking up in my dream
No candles no steady beam
Every year bleak it may seem
No presents just a muted gleam
I was born to be this silence loud
To disappear within the crowd
Yet now I see past this gray cloud
Even the broken can be proud
'Cause I'm waking up in my dream
Finding light in the in-between
Every year a puzzle redeem
No presents but love unseen