[Title: THAT VOICE LEARNED TO SOUND LIKE ME] [Slow Intro] [Verse 1] There's a voice inside my head that learned to sound like me. Talks in first person. Knows my name. Knows every place that hurts. "I'm too much." "I'm not enough." "They'll leave when they really see me." It went to school in an old room and learned to use my voice. That's why it feels so true. It doesn't sound like yesterday. It sounds like— ME. [Verse 2] I was too small to leave the room. Too small to change the giant. Too small to hold a truth that big. So my little mind found one thing I could move— ME. If it's me, I can change me. If it's me, maybe they'll stay. The child took the blame because blame felt like a handle on a door she could not open. And she called the blame ME. [Pre-Chorus] The child grew up. The house changed. The voice came too. [Chorus] THAT VOICE LEARNED TO SOUND LIKE ME. But everything it says AIN'T TRUE. Old room. New night. Old fear. New life. I can hear the voice WITHOUT OBEYING IT. I can hear the voice WITHOUT BECOMING IT. THAT VOICE LEARNED TO SOUND LIKE ME. But it doesn't get to name me. [Instrumental] [Verse 3] That's why good can feel dangerous. Because sometimes good came first— then disappeared. A promise could become a punishment. Warmth could become cold. Something given could be taken back. The giver could become the taker. So I learned— DON'T GET COMFORTABLE. DON'T NEED IT. DON'T TRUST IT. DON'T LOVE IT TOO MUCH. Because anything good might disappear once I finally believe it's mine. So "I love you" hits my body before it hits my head. Face gets hot. Stomach drops. I brace for the taking away. I push the good out of the room before the good gets a chance to leave me. [Silence] The body still remembers what the mind is trying to learn. [Chorus] THAT VOICE LEARNED TO SOUND LIKE ME. But everything it says AIN'T TRUE. Old room. New night. I can hear the voice WITHOUT OBEYING IT. THAT VOICE LEARNED TO SOUND LIKE ME. But it doesn't get to name me. [Bridge] Some shame gets small. Some shame gets loud. Some shame gets perfect. Some shame leaves first. Different armor. Same old fear— If I let myself love what is good, HOW LONG BEFORE IT'S GONE? [Silence] There it is. Not only— "Am I good enough to keep?" But— "IS GOOD SAFE ENOUGH TO KEEP?" [Build] The armor made sense in the old room. But this kitchen IS NOT THAT HALLWAY. This kindness IS NOT THAT BAIT. This gift IS NOT A DEBT. This love IS NOT A COUNTDOWN. This night IS NOT THAT NIGHT. [Silence] Let the good sit here for one whole minute without preparing for somebody to take it away. [Breakdown] What happened was real. What they did was wrong. But what those old rooms taught me about receiving good— WAS NOT THE TRUTH. If the voice says— "Don't trust it. It'll disappear"— I can wait and see. If the voice says— "Leave first"— I can stay. If somebody shines and the voice says there isn't enough light left for me— LOOK AGAIN. MY CHAIR DIDN'T MOVE. [Build] I don't have to destroy the gift to prove it could be taken. I don't have to reject love to survive losing it. I don't have to start the goodbye before anybody has said goodbye. [Final Chorus] THAT VOICE LEARNED TO SOUND LIKE ME— BUT IT DOESN'T GET TO NAME ME. Let a question stay a question. Let kindness stay kindness. Let a gift stay a gift. Let somebody else's light stay their light. LET THE GOOD BE GOOD. I can hear the old voice AND STAY IN THE NEW ROOM. I don't know everything tomorrow will bring. But I don't have to lose today's good BEFORE IT'S EVEN GONE. I KNOW THE DIFFERENCE. [Long Instrumental Outro] [Outro] The old voice says— Don't look up. Don't trust good. Don't let yourself need anything. But— They looked unto him, and were lightened: and their faces were not ashamed. [Silence] Let the good sit. Look unto Him. [Silence] JESUS IS THE LORD.
