Mending Stars

Woke up to the mirror, same face, new line
A ghost of ambition I left behind
Tried to chase a dream, now I’m chasing time
Every note I write feels like a goodbye

How can I give love when I don’t love myself?
How do I show up when I’m someone else?

Half a heart, half a name, fading in the static
Writing songs no one plays, how’s that for tragic?

I’m running out of someday
Out of maybe-next-years
Blink, and the future
Turns into souvenirs
Can’t rewind the questions
Or the things I didn’t say
I’m not afraid of dying
I’m afraid I’ll fade

I keep hearing echoes I can’t explain
Like time keeps whispering through my veins
Ten, maybe twenty left, if I’m lucky, maybe
Will I find my peace or just keep going crazy?

What’s the point of more if I’m still stuck inside?
Living like I’m waiting on a better life

They say “make memories, love the ones who stay”
But what if you’re too broken to give that away?

I’m running out of someday
Out of maybe-next-years
Blink, and the future
Turns into souvenirs
Can’t rewind the questions
Or the things I didn’t say
I’m not afraid of dying
I’m afraid I’ll fade

Is it living if it’s only in your head?
If no one hears your song before you’re dead?
Is it foolish or brave to still believe
That I could be more than what time leaves?

I’m running out of someday
Out of maybe-next-years
Blink, and the future
Turns into souvenirs
Can’t rewind the questions
Or the things I didn’t say
I’m not afraid of dying
I’m afraid I’ll fade away

So what do I do now, while I still have today?
Can I be okay, if I never get my someday?