Verse 1
Tight in the chest, spark in the skin,
Before I blink the story walks in,
“This is mine, it’s back again,”
And now I’m trapped inside the pen.
Heat becomes “my anxious day,”
Pulse becomes “the broken way,”
But when I look without the frame,
There’s only fire — no one to blame.
Chorus
Who claimed this feeling?
Who signed the name?
Was there a person
Or just a flame?
Sensation rising,
Thoughts proclaim —
But where’s the self
Before the claim?
Verse 2
Words rush in to build the wall,
“This is me,” they shout and call,
But when I slow the moment down,
No owner can be found.
Pressure moves and shifts and bends,
Story starts and story ends,
But without the “me” that holds it tight,
It’s just sensation in the night.
Chorus (bigger)
Who claimed this heartbeat?
Who said “it’s mine”?
Did the body write it
Or the line?
If I don’t crown the thought as king,
There’s just the pulse of everything.
Bridge (soft)
No one steering,
No one torn,
Just the wave
Before it’s sworn,
Just the flicker
Before the frame,
Just the spark
Before the name.
Final Chorus (gentle release)
No one claimed it…
No one there…
Just sensation
In open air…
Let it rise and
Let it be —
No story needed
To call it “me.”
