The Watcher I Never Wanted to Be

Verse 1 I used to sleep with shadows on the wall, Phone face down, still heard it call. Every car outside had a reason, Every stranger looked like treason. I learned the sound of footsteps wrong, Learned who stayed and stared too long. You made the world feel like a trap, So I started studying the map. Pre-Chorus I didn’t want to become this cold, Didn’t want my heart on patrol. But when fear keeps knocking at your door, You start checking windows more and more. Chorus I became the mirror in the window, Watching back because I had to know. You taught me danger had a face, So I memorized every hiding place. I don’t call it love, I don’t call it peace, It’s a wound dressed up like strategy. I was stalked until I learned to see— Now I’m scared of what it made of me. Verse 2 I tracked the patterns, watched the signs, Read between their crooked lines. Not to hurt, not to own, Just to feel less alone. But self-defense can turn into chains, When survival starts to look the same. I caught myself outside the line, Becoming what had haunted mine. Pre-Chorus 2 I didn’t want revenge, I wanted air, Wanted proof that someone cared. But trauma has a twisted way Of teaching hands to misbehave. Chorus I became the mirror in the window, Watching back because I had to know. You taught me danger had a face, So I memorized every hiding place. I don’t call it love, I don’t call it peace, It’s a wound dressed up like strategy. I was stalked until I learned to see— Now I’m scared of what it made of me. Bridge Maybe healing is closing the blinds, Not chasing ghosts through borrowed eyes. Maybe safety isn’t control, Maybe I can come back home. I don’t have to follow pain, I don’t have to wear its name. I can drop the knife, drop the key, Let the hunted part of me be free. Final Chorus I was the mirror in the window, Watching back because I had to know. But I’m learning danger isn’t fate, And I don’t have to live that way. I don’t call it love, I don’t call it peace, I’m unlearning what was done to me. I was stalked until I learned to see— Now I’m choosing not to let it be me. Outro No more footsteps in my head, No more ghosts beside my bed. I was hunted, I survived, But I won’t stalk to feel alive.