Every face in the crowd has a story rehearsed,
But their voices get lost, like the ones unrehearsed.
I can see in the mirror, I look worse when I eat,
But when I force it all out, I feel more complete.
“Eat as little as possible” echoes her rule,
So I dodge every plate when I’m stuck in a room.
It’s a show for the crowd, but when no one’s around,
I collapse in the silence and let it come down.
One day I’ll make it,
I’ll scream through the quiet,
Till they know my name.
So one day I’ll make it,
One day I’ll make it,
I’ll burn through the waiting,
And I won’t be the same.
Every actor auditions, but one gets the part,
Every hand holds a script, but not every heart.
I was waiting for flags just to call out my name,
Never knew all the winners were told just the same.
Childhood nights, hoping they’d notice me too,
But the letters were written, the choice never new.
Now I bury the yearn and hide it with pride,
But the ache in my stomach still whispers inside.
One day I’ll make it,
I’ll scream through the quiet,
till they know my name.
So one day I’ll make it,
One day I'll make it
I’ll burn through the waiting,
And I won’t be the same.
And the lights will be shining,
I’ll be standing in frame,
All the years I was silent,
Won’t be wasted in vain.
But what if they never,
Remember my face?
What if all of this hunger,
Was only disgrace?
I’ve been carving my body,
Just to fit in their view,
And the pain that I swallow
Still tastes like the truth.
I’ve rehearsed my acceptance
Like a speech no one hears,
Dreamt of walking that stage
Through a sea full of fears.
And if I collapse there,
With nothing to show,
At least they’ll have seen me
Before I let go.
One day I’ll make it,
One day I’ll make it,
I’ll scream through the quiet,
Till they know my name.
One day I’ll make it,
One day I’ll make it,
I’ll burn through the waiting,
And I won’t be the same.
Jan 16
Jan 16, 2026 at 5:29 AM UTC
Every face in the crowd has a story rehearsed,
But their voices get lost, like the ones unrehearsed.
I can see in the mirror, I look worse when I eat,
But when I force it all out, I feel more complete.
“Eat as little as possible” echoes her rule,
So I dodge every plate when I’m stuck in a room.
It’s a show for the crowd, but when no one’s around,
I collapse in the silence and let it come down.
One day I’ll make it,
I’ll scream through the quiet,
Till they know my name.
So one day I’ll make it,
One day I’ll make it,
I’ll burn through the waiting,
And I won’t be the same.
Every actor auditions, but one gets the part,
Every hand holds a script, but not every heart.
I was waiting for flags just to call out my name,
Never knew all the winners were told just the same.
Childhood nights, hoping they’d notice me too,
But the letters were written, the choice never new.
Now I bury the yearn and hide it with pride,
But the ache in my stomach still whispers inside.
One day I’ll make it,
I’ll scream through the quiet,
till they know my name.
So one day I’ll make it,
One day I'll make it
I’ll burn through the waiting,
And I won’t be the same.
And the lights will be shining,
I’ll be standing in frame,
All the years I was silent,
Won’t be wasted in vain.
But what if they never,
Remember my face?
What if all of this hunger,
Was only disgrace?
I’ve been carving my body,
Just to fit in their view,
And the pain that I swallow
Still tastes like the truth.
I’ve rehearsed my acceptance
Like a speech no one hears,
Dreamt of walking that stage
Through a sea full of fears.
And if I collapse there,
With nothing to show,
At least they’ll have seen me
Before I let go.
One day I’ll make it,
One day I’ll make it,
I’ll scream through the quiet,
Till they know my name.
One day I’ll make it,
One day I’ll make it,
I’ll burn through the waiting,
And I won’t be the same.
this was the conceptual idea for a song i wrote a while back but it looked pretty so here you go babes
