私がいた時間 (The Time I Was Here) [English Version] - MintChipDream

This is the song “ 私がいた時間 “ (The Time I Was Here) [English Version] by MintChipDream. Produced by: ‪@RavensataCoffeeShop‬ Lyrics: [Verse 1] How many times have I been called useless? Is it my voice echoing back, or the room that repeats it? I open my mouth, but the words come out weightless, A prayer to a god who has never once heard it. My lungs expand, but my heart feels smaller, I breathe in the world just to choke on its offer. What in the world was my life even about? A light left on in an empty house. I give it another shot, try not to fall apart, Pick up the pieces, put them back in the dark. I tell myself tomorrow might be different somehow, But tomorrow’s just a word I don’t believe in now. [Pre-Chorus] I count every second I waste, Wear a borrowed smile on a stranger’s face. If I disappeared in the blink of an eye, Would the world skip a beat? Would it ask me why? [Chorus] Oh, let me go where the lost things go, Where the pale moon hangs and the cold winds blow. I’ll be a name that the rain forgets, A face in a dream nobody gets. Round and round, like a leaf in the snow, I keep coming back to a place I don’t know. If I fade, if I fall out of view, Will the sky turn grey, Or stay the same shade of blue? [Post-Chorus] Same shade of blue, Same shade of blue. I could vanish from the world, And it would still be blue. [Verse 2] Repeat the process, try a thousand more ways Not to feel like excess at the end of the day. Rearrange my reasons, rehearse my excuses, Polish up the mask till I forget how to use it. I laugh at the right time, nod at the right things, Memorize the shape of the happiness they bring. I follow all the footsteps, copy all the motions, A paper boat pretending it can cross an ocean. My pulse curses my very existence, Every little heartbeat sounds like an accusation. I outrun the echo, but it follows me home, And sleeps beside me when I’m all alone. A pale little moon on the other side of glass, Watching all my almosts and my never-happened past. If I slipped from the frame of the life I portray, Would anybody notice the picture had changed? [Chorus] Oh, let me go where the lost things go, Where the pale moon hangs and the cold winds blow. I’ll be a name that the rain forgets, A face in a dream nobody gets. Round and round, like a leaf in the snow, I keep coming back to a place I don’t know. If I fade, if I fall out of view, Will the sky turn grey, Or stay the same shade of blue? [Post-Chorus] Same shade of blue [Verse 3] I think I left my body somewhere back in spring, When the cherry trees were blooming and I couldn’t feel a thing. Now I watch myself from somewhere up above, A paper silhouette that never learned to love. There’s the room where I grew older, there’s the street I used to know, There’s the person I kept promising I’d someday learn to show. All the years I spent becoming someone I could bear Are dissolving in the evening like they were never there. My younger self is waiting by a door I can’t walk through, With a thousand little questions I don’t know how to answer to. I try to say we made it, but my voice becomes the wind, And the child I used to be won’t turn around again. [Bridge] If I could hand the sky a red pen, Would it cross out the parts where I failed again? Would it circle the days I wished I could disappear, Or underline the fact that I was still standing here? Maybe all my sorrow is a language I learned, A paper lantern waiting for a flame that never burns. I don’t know which hurts worse, the silence or the truth: Was I ever really living, Or just passing through? Or just passing through? [Final Chorus] Oh, let me go where the lost things go, Where the pale moon hangs and the cold winds blow. I’ll be a name that the rain forgets, A face in a dream nobody gets. Round and round, like a leaf in the snow, I’ve walked so far just to end where I started. If I fade, if I fall out of view, Will the sky turn grey, Or stay the same shade of blue? [Outro] The room is quiet. The clock moves on. The kettle goes cold. The morning comes. A little dust where my shadow had been, A half-written letter, folded within. No grand goodbye, no final sound, Just one less footprint on familiar ground. Somewhere a child asks the moon up above, “Was I ever enough? Was I ever enough?” The moon doesn’t answer. The rain doesn’t stop. The sky stays blue. Was I ever here at all?