Everyone

This piece feels like I’m pulling the truth straight out of my chest and laying it bare. It starts simple, stripped down, tracing the distance between us with words that land heavy. As it unfolds, the weight deepens—my need to be seen for who I am, to be close without losing myself. The chorus is less a performance and more a demand, steady but honest: I want to matter, the way every man does. The bridge cuts deeper—spoken low, almost like I’m talking to you in the dark, asking if you notice me at all. By the end, the words taper off, leaving only the echo of what I couldn’t hide: I just want to matter, like everyone.