[Intro – soft piano, whispered tone]Mmm…The room is quiet, my

[Intro – soft piano, whispered tone] Mmm… The room is quiet, my heart still hums, Dreams and deadlines weigh like drums. [Verse 1 – fragile, reflective tone] It’s 3 a.m., the light still burns, Another page, another turn. They say, “You’ll build a life someday,” But I’m still trying to find my way. Blueprints blur with sleepless eyes, Every flaw feels magnified. I say, “I’m fine,” but deep inside, I’m losing faith I used to hide. [Pre-Chorus – emotional rise] They see my plans, they see control, But not the cracks inside my soul. They call it art, I call it pain— A dream that’s drowning in the rain. [New Chorus – emotional, powerful, heartfelt] I’m tired of drawing perfect lines, For lives that never look like mine. I build their dreams, forget my own, A castle made of skin and bone. They say I’m strong, they say I’ll shine, But I’m just breaking over time. Still I breathe, still I believe— Still redrawing blueprints of me. [Verse 2 – quiet, aching tone] Dad says, “Keep going, you’ll go far,” Mom prays I’ll be who they think I are. But how do I dream when I’m not free, When every line rewrites what’s me? Every deadline steals my sleep, Every “good job” cuts too deep. They say, “It’s worth it, just h**g tight,” But they don’t see my losing light. [Pre-Chorus – trembling emotion] They see the tower, not the fall, The smile that hides it all. I whisper softly, “Don’t give in,” As tears bleed through my skin. [Chorus (repeat – with emotion lift)] I’m tired of drawing perfect lines, For lives that never look like mine. I build their dreams, forget my own, A castle made of skin and bone. They say I’m strong, they say I’ll shine, But I’m just breaking over time. Still I breathe, still I believe— Still redrawing blueprints of me. [Bridge – stripped back, trembling voice] They see my future, I see the cost, A thousand nights where I got lost. Tracing lines I can’t afford, These dreams don’t feel like dreams to chase, They feel like chains I can’t replace. I used to draw because I cared, Now it’s pressure I’ve repaired. And I don’t know who I’ll be— If I stop drawing endlessly. [Final Chorus – emotional climax] I’m tired of chasing who they need, When all I want is space to breathe. I build their world, but lose my own, A fragile dream I call my home. And maybe one day they’ll finally see, I wasn’t failing—just breaking free. Still I breathe, still I believe— Still redrawing blueprints of me. [Outro – soft piano fade, whispered tone] Maybe I’m not lost completely… Just building who I’m meant to be.