In the quiet, I choose what to wear,
Draping myself in thoughts I can't share.
Fashion's my voice when words fall away,
Each piece I wear tells what I can't say.
Alone in the crowd, the city's so loud,
But in my reflection, I find I'm proud.
In the silence, I stitch my pain,
Every thread a memory I can't explain.
Fashion's my solace, wrapped around me tight,
In these lonely moments, I find my light.
Walking through shadows, dressed in the night,
Fashion's my mirror, reflecting my fight.
In every seam, I hide what I feel,
Loneliness lingers, but fashion's my shield.
The streets are empty, but I'm still here,
Wrapped in my style, holding back fear.
Each fabric a story, woven with care,
In solitude's embrace, I'm always aware.
Through the stitching, through the lace,
I see the pieces I can't replace.
In the silence, I stitch my pain,
Every thread a memory I can't explain.
Fashion's my solace, wrapped around me tight,
In these lonely moments, I find my light.
In the quiet, I reflect,
On the moments I can't forget.
The clothes I wear, they speak for me,
In every fold, a hidden plea.
Walking through shadows, dressed in the night,
Fashion's my mirror, reflecting my fight.
In every seam, I hide what I feel,
Loneliness lingers, but fashion's my shield.
[Fading synths with soft echoes]
In every stitch, in every line,
I wear my solitude, and it's mine.