where cupcakes fold their crown” part 7

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I can’t look into your eyes…

because I am not who I used to be.

I’m sorry—

something in me broke along the way.

The light I carried

doesn’t shine the same.

I don’t feel like I did before,

I can’t hold a smile anymore,

and when I look at your face…

the night inside me spills into tears.

There’s a feeling deep down,

pulling me to the ground—

like I’m touching the earth

just to remember I’m still here.

I hold my breath all around,

sitting alone where silence sounds,

on that quiet bench in the lawn…

where pieces of me fall like dusk.

Sometimes it’s hard…

still facing you, still holding on

to this crown that feels too heavy now.

Time has shaped me—

I see it, I know it.

I’m not the same.

I am holding on,

I am tired,

I am broken to the ground…

but even here, shamefully,

somewhere beneath the dust—

where cupcakes fold their crown

and sweetness turns into sound…

I am still me.

Somehow still here,

broken to the ground 💔👑✨ 

My soul still lingers,

longing for what cannot be found.

I know it sounds too profound…

but I must admit—

it cannot be it…

the tenderness of your embrace.

Hoy hice esta canción

Mientras me duchaba 

Me gusta cantar ópera

Y salió eso porque me acordé de algo

Y salió esas letras 

 Hoy  trabajé mucho fue un día pesado…  y mientras me duchaba estaba reflexionando ,donde algo dentro de ti se sintió cansado, cambiado… como si ya no fueras la misma.