Lyrics: Wesa
Music: Wesa
Arranger: Wesa
You laugh in the back of history’s hall
Like sun breaking through my crumbling wall
She sits two rows up, hair burning bright
One smile from her, and I lose the fight
I trace your jaw in the window’s mist
While she plays your heart like a hit list
I’m just a ghost in the margin’s space
Watching her take my rightful place
It’s a one-girl war, no one sees the cost
Biting my tongue till the taste is lost
You don’t see me, I’m a silent show
Holding the pieces of who you know
She’s the gold rush, I’m the dusty floor
Your kindness cuts like never before
I envy the breath inside her chest
An anthem for the young, unblest
Scrolling her photos at two A.M.
Comparing my flaws to her perfect gem
You wrote her a song in your diary page
I hate the lyrics, I hate the stage
You said she’s "just a friend," what a lie
I laughed till the tears started to cry
'Cause friends don’t touch with that kind of grace
With your hand on her back, claiming space
It’s a one-girl war, no one sees the cost
Biting my tongue till the taste is lost
You don’t see me, I’m a silent show
Holding the pieces of who you know
She’s the gold rush, I’m the dusty floor
Your kindness cuts like never before
I envy the breath inside her chest
An anthem for the young, unblest
If I mimic her style, change my face?
If I learn to dance in her sacred space?
What if I burn down this shrine I keep
Where I worship promises you couldn’t keep?
Would you finally turn and look my way?
Or step over me at the break of day?
I’m drowning deep in the shallow end
She’s your ocean, I’m your "what if," friend
So I'll write this song you'll never hear
A lullaby for my own funeral year
Maybe someday I'll laugh at this ache
But today, my 17-year-old heart breaks
She's the gold rush
I'm in a quiet crush
And nobody ever died from wanting too much
Ever lasts