Spotlight

It's as if I can't see what I am...


Once upon a time I knew what I was made of.
What happened?
Time?
Life?
I suppose over the years I've just gotten used to giving the world the spotlight.
The rest of the stage is so dark,
Not only could the world not see me...
...I couldn't see myself.

Then, someone came up and pushed me from behind.
While I was on the ground,
It was as if I tasted my own blood.
It tasted like pain.
Then like life.
Life.
I'd been pushed around so much... my life's starting to seep out of me.
I'm starting to become hopeless.

I refuse to give up on myself.
I refuse to become hopeless.
Not if there's something I can still do.

Fuck everyone else.
This time,
I'm staying up.
I'm standing in the blinding light.

... and I'm going to show you all what I'm made of.


... I'm going to show myself what I'm made of