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Verse 1 – Tokyo Room
Tiny room hanging over bright-night streets,
Floor plans measured in leftover feet.
Every shelf counts like a quiet sum,
More and more trophies, less of me comes.

Boxes stack high with a borrowed glow,
Each new thing swears, “I complete your soul.”
Yet the total drops when I write that score,
Full closet, hollower core.

Pre-Chorus 1 – Subtraction
So I start to subtract, one name at a time,
Watch silence grow wider than any new find.

Chorus – Goodbye, Things
Goodbye, things, I loosen my hands,
Let empty space sing over crowded plans.
When I clear one corner, presence walks through,
Room for my heartbeat, room for the true.
Goodbye, things, you looked like enough,
I trade your promise for less… and feel more than enough.


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Verse 2 – Burden of Potential
Old shirt whispers of a bolder scene,
Stacks of pages judge who I never seemed.
Half-learned skills lean against the wall,
Every unused version of me calls.

Each object holds one different life,
Ten thousand costumes, one tired mind.
I free those ghosts when I let them go,
One self only, steady and known.

Pre-Chorus 2 – Release
I drop the need to live every script,
One clear path carries my step.

Chorus
Goodbye, things, I loosen my hands,
Let empty space sing over crowded plans.
When I clear one corner, presence walks through,
Room for my heartbeat, room for the true.
Goodbye, things, you looked like enough,
I trade your promise for less… and feel more than enough.


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Verse 3 – Just in Case
Closet once packed for a distant storm,
“Someday” coats waiting to keep me warm.
Drawers once stuffed for a future need,
Plastic shields for imagined bleed.

I chased control with a hoarder’s faith,
Built fake safety from layered weight.
Now I train my hands and my mind instead,
Trust quick courage, not what I once bred.

Pre-Chorus 3 – Prepared
When I carry less, my choices expand,
I bend with the moment, not with the plan.

Chorus
Goodbye, things, I loosen my hands,
Let empty space sing over crowded plans.
When I clear one corner, presence walks through,
Room for my heartbeat, room for the true.
Goodbye, things, you looked like enough,
I trade your promise for less… and feel more than enough.


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Bridge – Attention Economy
Every small trinket tugs one glance,
Every shelf crowd steals one chance.
Thoughts once sliced into thousand shards,
Focus frayed into mental yards.

Now one white cup on an open shelf
holds more quiet than I ever felt.
Fewer shapes stand, brighter they gleam,
Each chosen piece joins the same dream.

I draft my life like a careful art,
Wall by wall from the inside heart.


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Final Chorus – Democracy of Enough
Goodbye, things, I loosen my hands,
Let sacred space glow over crowded plans.
When I name “enough,” my hunger grows mild,
Contentment walks in like a long-lost child.
Goodbye, things, you fade into dust,
I count my wealth in presence and trust.

Tag
Clear little room above sleepless streets,
Nothing feels missing, everything meets.
I own this moment, I own this breath of light—
Goodbye, things… goodnight.

Tokyo Room

Golden Dreams

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Tough Luck

There Existed an Addiction to Blood

Nothing is Safe

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Time To Kill

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No era sólida

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Golden Dreams

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