Caught in the lines I draw
Tracing the curves of who I used to be
In the echoes of a song I wrote
Dancing with shadows only I can see
They say the world is wide, but it's so tight
When you're lost in the colors of your own fight
I paint my heart on this canvas of dreams
But it's a tangled thread in the seams
Searching for meaning in the strokes I make
But there's a whisper in the wind, can you feel it break?
It's a love I can't hold, a truth I can't fake
Is this my art, or is it my mistake?
Found love in a fleeting glance
A muse, a touch, a half-written chance
But the rhythm of life, it pulls me back
To the beat of a drum, to a past I track
I'm chasing stars, but they're out of reach
In the silence of night, it's myself I teach
I write my soul in this melody's flow
But do I find myself, or just the glow?
Each note, a question, it pulls me back
To the beat of a drum, to a past I track
I'm chasing stars, but they're out of reach
In the silence of night, it's myself I teach
I write my soul in this melody's flow
But do I find myself, or just the glow?
Each note, a question, each word, a plea
Am I who I was, or who I'm meant to be?
Love is a brush that paints the sky
But in this art, do I live or do I die?
Between the lines, between the notes
There's a space where I float
In the dance, in the sway
Is it me, or just the play?
I reach for you, but touch the air
Is this love, or just the dare?
I carve my path in the rhythm's wave
But is it freedom, or am I just a slave?
To the art, to the craft, to the muse I chase
In the mirror of time, do I find my place?
Is love the truth, or just a guise
In this canvas, where the real me lies?
So I dance, so I draw, so I sing
But what do these moments really bring?
In the end, it's just me and the art
A journey begun, but never a start
Between the lines, between the notes
There's a space where I float
In the dance, in the sway
Is it me, or just the play?
I reach for you, but touch the air
Is this love, or just the dare?
I carve my path in the rhythm's wave
But is it freedom, or am I just a slave?
To the art, to the craft, to the muse I chase
In the mirror of time, do I find my place?
Is love the truth, or just a guise
In this canvas, where the real me lies?
So I dance, so I draw, so I sing
But what do these moments really bring?
In the end, it's just me and the art
A journey begun, but never a start
In the end, it's just me and the art
A journey begun, but never a start