Lyrics: Trong Phuc Tobias Huynh
Music: Trong Phuc Tobias Huynh
A star never seen
Shining so bright on your screen
I don't know what it is like
To feel alone (to feel alone)
Loved by the world
A little more couldn't hurt
This is what brought me to fame
Around the globe (around the globe)
I can be your star if you want me to (if you want me to)
Dance along or cry thousand tears for you (you)
I have been so much of collecting fantasies of yours
Nothing's new to me
What is left to see
That's just for me
I am just a little broken
Follow my eyes
You put your fear inside a girl
That's broken inside
Just hope your wish for joy
Will come out true (will come out true)
Pulling paper out my sweets
I'm praying for tips
But only filled with brittle parts
Like a bag full of chips
Who am I to deny
Where I'm from
What I'm from
How is it bliss (is it bliss)
When I see down the abyss (the abyss)
So many clouds that obscure
What I shall not see (what I shall not see)
So let's sing along
Your favorite song
I can't believe it
How fast it's going down
Every heart and soul is out to know
The truth
Am I just a little broken
Falling for lies
I hear the fear inside your song
My vocals enlive
So let me sing
Your chorus out of tune
Pulling paper out my sweets
I'm praying for tips
But only filled with shaky parts
Like a bag full of fish
Who am I to deny
Where I'm from
Where I'm from
This is a message to all my fans
Not Teto, but me the producer
YES I EXIST!
And honestly I've been getting insecure
About music and stuff
Because why are so many people so f***ing talented
Like everybody is so creative and unique
And then there's me
I just liked Birdbrain so much
I decided to copy it
Just copy it
Yeah, I still need to find my own style
I don't know, I-
I don't know
I am just a little broken
Follow my eyes
You put your fear inside a girl
That's broken inside
Just hope your wish for joy
Will come out true (will come out true)
Pulling paper out my sweets
I'm praying for tips
But only filled with brittle parts
Like a bag full of chips
Who am I to deny
Where I'm from
What I'm from
I am just a little broken (I'm just a little broken)
Follow my eyes
You put your fear inside a girl (I'm just a little broken)
That's broken inside
Just hope your wish for joy (for joy)
Will come out true (will come out true)
Pulling paper out my sweets (I'm just a little broken)
I'm praying for tips
But only filled with brittle parts (I'm just a little broken)
Like a bag full of chips
Who am I to deny
Where I'm from
What I'm from