Broken Script

Описание: Sometimes I wonder if I’m really the author of this life,
or just reading lines somebody else wrote for me.
Feels like every time I try to change the story,
the page resets.

I was born in a loop, mind full of edits.
Heart keeps crashing, soul won’t let it.

Every dream feels rendered fake,
every truth looks staged when I’m awake.

The world spins like a reel on repeat.
Faith uploads, hope deletes.

People say, “Just trust the plan,”
but the code doesn’t care who I am.

Every prayer feels auto-filled.
My words come out prebuilt.

I try to speak, the lines glitch through,
like the script forgot what I’ve been through.

They say pain writes growth,
but I think pain just write ghosts.
I’m tired of performing faith,
when the system won’t let me escape.

I’m living in a broken script,
lines erased every time I slip.
Truth gets lost when the code flips,
and I can’t find where I fit in it.
I’m stuck in a scene I didn’t pick.
Heart reboots when the system quits.
If this life’s a test I didn’t submit,
then tell me who’s behind this broken script.

I’ve been running through my own design,
debugging every fault in line.

Tried to patch my soul with time,
but trauma loops don’t realign.

You ever feel like you’re half awake,
like your thoughts just simulate?

I scream at God, “You copy me?”
He answers back, “You’re what I see.”

Maybe I’m the bug, maybe the cure.
Maybe that’s why nothing’s pure.

I can’t tell if I’m sane or secure,
just a glitch in a grand detour.

I tried rewriting destiny,
but the pen kept writing over me.

Every page turned into noise,
every choice became someone’s choice.

If pain’s the proof we’re really here,
then why’s it coded into fear?

Maybe love’s the line I missed,
hidden deep inside the script.

I’m living in a broken script.
Rewrote my heart, but it still resists.
Truth got lost in the data mist.
I’m fighting lines that don’t exist.
Every time I fall, it restarts quick.
I’m learning to live in the glitch.
If there’s a God inside this bit,
then maybe He’s within this broken script.

Yea maybe we’re not broken.
Maybe the story just needed rewriting.

I’m living in a broken script.
I’m living in a broken script.
I’m living in a broken script.