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Part of Me / Rock Ballad / Dark Ines

Can a world exist without music? For me, no, that's why I wrote these lyrics to my song, because music is a part of me. Song : Part of Me Text: [Verse 1] The world is a hum of a thousand lies, But I've got a rhythm behind my eyes. I don’t look for the sound, it’s already there, Like the weight of my skin, like the scent of the air. It’s not a choice I made, it’s how I was born— Built from the static and the silence I’ve worn. [Verse 2] I don’t need a stage to feel the vibration, It’s the pulse in my wrist, it’s my only foundation. When people talk, it's just empty noise, I find my truth in the voice of the music. The guitar neck is an extension of my arm, A shield that protects me from harm. [Chorus] Music is the language when I cannot speak, The strength inside me when I am weak. It’s not just a sound or a song in the air, It’s the shape of my soul, it’s the reason I’m here. I don't just listen—I am the note, The rhythm in my blood, the truth in my throat. [Verse 3] You see a melody, I see the lifeline, Holding together this life of mine. It’s the grit in the strings, the heat in the tone, The only sanctuary I’ve ever known. Take away the words, take away the light, The sound is the only thing keeping me right. [Verse 4] My fingertips are scarred, they've paid the price, For every truth I found in this sacrifice. I press my heart against the hollow wood, It understands me like no other. Vibrations bleed through the varnish and stain, Washing away the emptiness and the rain. [Chorus] Music is the language when I cannot speak, The strength inside me when I am weak. It’s not just a sound or a song in the air, It’s the shape of my soul, it’s the reason I’m here. I don't just listen—I am the note, The rhythm in my blood, the truth in my throat. [Bridge] It's not a hobby, it's not a game, It's a fire that knows my soul. I don't play music, it plays through me, The only part of my life that's truly free. [Chorus]] Music is the language when I cannot speak, The strength inside me when I am weak. It’s not just a sound or a song in the air, It’s the shape of my soul, it’s the reason I’m here. I don't just listen—I am the note, The rhythm in my blood, the truth in my throat. [Outro] It's my blood. It's my breath. It's simply who I am.I am the note. I am the music in the silence.