Disappearing Ink

Vanishing Identity: A Journey through Disappearing Ink
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Lyrics

You could have rubbed me out and filled in the blanks

You could have erased me from existence and filled in the empty spaces.

You're the one that wants to be the one to thank

You are the one who wants to be credited or acknowledged.

But my body up and left me while I was waiting to be filled in

My physical presence left me while I was anticipating being completed or fulfilled.


I'm someone else,

I have transformed into someone else.

I'm not myself, I'm someone else,

I no longer recognize myself; my identity has changed.

I'm not myself, I'm someone else,

Continuing the theme of a changed identity, feeling disconnected from oneself.

I haven't been seen so I'm not myself

Because I haven't been noticed or acknowledged, I feel disconnected from who I am.


A lightbulb went off in my head

An idea or realization occurred to me.

Suddenly I'm none of the things you said

I suddenly do not embody the qualities or characteristics you ascribed to me.

Did my body up and leave me?

Raising the question of whether my physical self has abandoned me.

Or did somebody finally fill me?

Alternatively, did someone finally complete or fulfill me?


I still feel like a fake

Despite external appearances, there is a persistent sense of being fraudulent or insincere.

I still have to lie

There is still a need to deceive or misrepresent.

I still [feel] like a fake

Reiterating the feeling of being fake or not authentic.

Like I could disappear before your eyes

Expressing the fear of disappearing or ceasing to exist in front of others.


You could have rubbed me out (x4)

Repetition of the idea that someone could have erased the speaker.


The muscle in your handshake

The strength or force in your handshake.

Puts the punchline to your jokes

The punchline or the humorous aspect of your jokes.

But your voice don't fill your throat

Your words lack sincerity or genuine emotion.

And I won't fall to pieces like you think

Asserting resilience, refusing to fall apart as others might expect.


You can't cure me

No remedy or solution can fix me.

Or write me off with a wink

You cannot dismiss me casually or with a gesture.

Can't even catch me

Even if you try to catch or control me, you can't.

But I've been drawn in disappearing ink

Despite attempts to erase me, I've been marked or recorded in disappearing ink.

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