Letras
I grew up learning how to stay inside the sound
Because the sound didn't interrupt me
It never asked me to simplify the feeling
Or explain why I needed it this loud
Every chord felt like a person who stayed
Every melody waited its turn
I learned more about myself from unfinished songs than from most conversations I ever endured
People liked me in fragments
In summaries
In the version that nodded at the right moments
But the depth... That part always felt like too much furniture for rooms built to pass through
Most people want mirrors or witnesses
Or somewhere to place their name for a second
I wanted a hand on the back of the door
Someone willing to step into the mess of it without asking me to make it useful
Music never rushed me
Never changed the subject
Never needed to be impressive
It just stayed
And somehow that was enough
I've worn different voices like different winters
Each one kept me alive in its own way
Some screamed because silence felt dishonest
Some whispered because the truth needed space
I don't think people didn't care
I think they cared in smaller containers
And I didn't know how to pour myself out without breaking the shape of the moment
So I kept my real conversations in progressions
In tension that didn't resolve on purpose
And when someone did come close it felt like borrowed time
Like something beautiful I wasn't meant to keep
I don't blame them
I just learned early that my truest friends were the things that let me stay whole without needing me to be easier