Intro (Spoken) I was looking in the mirror today. Not at my face. Not at my hair. Not at the body staring back at me. I was looking at my soul. And for the first time in a long time… I had a question. When am I gonna love me? Verse 1 I’ve spent years trying to save everybody else, Giving away pieces of myself. Being the shoulder when they needed to cry, Holding their pain while ignoring mine. I’ve answered calls in the middle of the night, Helped people find their way to the light. But when the room gets quiet and nobody’s around, I’m still trying to figure myself out. Ten years later, standing in the same skin, Wondering where I end and where I begin. Some days I look back and I’m proud of my name, Other days I feel like nothing has changed. I’ve had victories. I’ve had losses. I’ve built dreams. I’ve paid costs. But why does my reflection still feel like a stranger? Pre-Chorus When did I become The last person I’d fight for? Why is it easier To love everybody else more? Chorus When am I gonna love me? Not the version people want me to be. Not the mask. Not the image. Not the man they think they see. When am I gonna love me? When am I gonna finally understand? That I’ve been searching for acceptance With empty hands. I keep waiting on tomorrow To become the man I dream about. But tomorrow keeps becoming yesterday, And I’m running out of routes. When am I gonna love me? Verse 2 Sometimes I wonder if I even know how. What does self-love look like now? Is it waking up and choosing myself? Or putting my broken pieces back on the shelf? I was never taught how to build discipline. I was taught how to survive. I was taught how to carry burdens. I was taught how to stay alive. But nobody told me how to become. Nobody told me how to grow. Nobody told me that healing yourself Could be the hardest road you’ll ever know. I’ve been running for so long, I don’t know where the finish line is. Sometimes I don’t even know what I want, Just that I don’t want this. Pre-Chorus Maybe I’m not lost. Maybe I’m becoming. Maybe these questions Mean something’s finally coming. Chorus When am I gonna love me? Not for what I’ve done. Not for what I’ve earned. Not for who I’ve helped become. When am I gonna love me? When am I gonna finally believe? That maybe I’ve been enough all along, Even when I couldn’t see. I’ve spent so many years Waiting for permission to exist. While life kept moving forward, And I kept adding names to my wish list. When am I gonna love me? Bridge Mirror… Tell me what you see. Do you see a failure? Or a survivor? Do you see wasted years? Or lessons paid for with tears? Do you see somebody broken? Or somebody rebuilding?
