don’t clap yet…
it’s still breathing…
she’s still here…
she’s still here…
the stage remembers what I forgot
it plays me back in distorted thought
I move, but the movement arrives late
like reality is out of date
the lights don’t shine, they interrogate
my silhouette starts to hesitate
I hear my breath from somewhere else
like it doesn’t belong to myself
stay in character
don’t wake up
don’t wake up
don’t wake up
I’m made of glass that learned to scream
inside a looping broken dream
if I shatter, don’t look away
I might still perform that way
I’m made of glass and borrowed fear
still singing even when I’m not here
if the music doesn’t stop
I become what I’m not
the show continues
even without me
the show continues
even without me
I bow to a crowd that isn’t there
but I still feel their empty stare
applause like static in my skin
like something is trying to get in
I count my exits, they repeat
like footsteps that don’t know defeat
every hallway leads me back
to the center of the act
if I stop moving, do I fall
or do I become the wall
if I stop singing, do I end
or just loop again and again
I’m made of glass, I start to fade
still dancing in the mess I made
if I break into the light
don’t correct me, call it right
I’m made of glass, I’m not alone
there’s too many voices in my tone
if the curtain never drops
then I never really stopped
don’t clap yet…
it’s still breathing…
she’s still here…
she’s still here…
