Sometimes I don't know who I am Mirror's blurred I don't understand I'm lost again in my own hand Running in circles like quicksand But I'm waking up in my dream No balloons no shiny theme Every year my birthday screams No presents just fragile seams Forgetting the line where I once stood Trying to find where broken feels good Climbing out of the bed like I should Digging for pieces under the hood But I'm waking up in my dream No candles no steady beam Every year bleak it may seem No presents just a muted gleam I was born to be this silence loud To disappear within the crowd Yet now I see past this gray cloud Even the broken can be proud 'Cause I'm waking up in my dream Finding light in the in-between Every year a puzzle redeem No presents but love unseen