🎧 EDM [A Thousand Stories] 🎧 - (Official Audio)

[Intro Instrumental]
You are more than one…

[Verse]
Every face I meet reflects a side,
Pieces of me that I can’t hide.
A ghost to some, a spark to few,
A thousand stories, all still true.

[Chorus]
I’m a shadow, I’m a flame,
Never seen the same again.
In their eyes, I shift, I fade,
Different lights, the same parade.

[Instrumental Break]
Parade… parade… You are more than one...

[Verse ]
Quiet soul or a raging storm,
Changing shape, I still transform.
A name, a thought, a fleeting tone,
But I’m never just alone.

[Chorus]
I’m a shadow, I’m a flame,
Never seen the same again.
In their eyes, I shift, I fade,
Different lights, the same parade.

[Instrumental Break]
you don’t know yourself… yourself…

[Verse]
They’ll never hear my laughter right,
Or see me glow in someone’s light.
Every memory holds my name,
But every version’s not the same.

[Chorus]
I’m a shadow, I’m a flame,
Never seen the same again.
In their eyes, I shift, I fade,
Different lights, the same parade.

[Instrumental Break]
Parade… parade… You are more than one...

[Verse]
In the silence, I still exist,
A thought they had, a face they miss.
Every heartbeat writes the line,
I’m theirs, but never truly mine.

[Chorus]
I’m a shadow, I’m a flame,
Never seen the same again.
In their eyes, I shift, I fade,
Different lights, the same parade.

[Instrumental Break]
Parade… parade…

[Outro Instrumental]
You are more than one…

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The ironic thing about life is that you are a different person to everyone you meet.
To some, you're quiet.
To others, you never stop talking.

Some remember you for your kindness.
Others, for the time you walked away.
You are a villain in someone's story, a hero in another's.

And to most, you're just a passing thought, a name they once knew.
You don't exist as one person, but as countless versions of yourself, shaped by fleeting moments and personal perceptions.
And here's what's unsettling.

You will never truly know yourself the way others do.
You will never hear your own laughter the way someone else does.
You will never see the way your absence lingers in a room you used to fill.

To yourself, you are just you.
But in reality, you are a thousand different stories, none of which you will ever get to read.