
An Idol Ballad Trap Song (not an instrumental song)
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- dark trap
- contemporary r&b
- k-pop
- urban
- atmospheric
- boy band
- vocal harmonies
- 2020s
- rap
- hip hop
Lyrics
The last one ends before I feel anything
I know where the feeling should
But nothing answers back
I used to lose sleep over one phrase
Yeah, I'd turn around till it fits me
Now I can make it sound more convincing
When I don't believe it
Now I know everything before I touch it
I know the rhythm for the part that breaks
I can build a voice from almost nothing
But I cannot tell what makes it mine to make
I learned everyday to make it perfect
Without needing to feel it
I fear rejection
I fear being forgotten
Now they say it's beautiful
Tell me what is happening
I can't give them everything
I can't become the person
I can't hear to believe in
If the song is played, why do I feel absent?
If I can still create, yeah, yeah
What exactly have I lost?
Maybe I mistook myself for identity
Maybe I became the person they gave me
Every year I fit the same machine
'Til they learned to sing without a comment
I was a child who needed a song to survive
To have a girl who needs a song to sing
Which one is standing under the spotlight
Which one is hiding inside the routine, yeah, yeah
I learn every day to make it perfect without needing to feel it
I fear rejection, I fear being forgotten
Now they say it's beautiful
Tell me what is happening
I can't give them everything
I can't become the person
They can't hear that we're living
If a song is played
Why do I feel absent?
If I can still create
What exactly have I lost?
No one has to want me
No one has to take the stage
The most frightening thing is simple
I can finish and feel no change
I keep asking myself to save me
Though I no longer know from what
Maybe the thing that is dying now's not just the music
Babe, maybe it's the need
Don't blame the fears
Don't blame the pressure
No one took
from me
I became an idol who's
Loving all these other men
I can't give them everything
I can't be just the person
They can't
I feel absent?
If I can't still create, yeah, yeah
What exactly have I lost?
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