(Verse 1) We started out on different sides, power never quite aligned, But you saw through the armor that I always hide behind. You called out my patterns, no one ever had before, I was used to hiding, but with you, I couldn’t ignore. You didn’t sugarcoat the mess that I was making, But somehow, your truth felt less like breaking. It wasn’t what I thought I needed, but I grew, Though the cost? I’m still sorting through. (Chorus) Was it worse to know what could have been? To find a truth in a space where I let you in? The support, the trust, rare as it seems— But the failure still haunts all my dreams. Now I wonder if I put you too high, ‘Cause in the end, I still don’t know why The growth came at my own great expense— Is it better to know, or just live in defense? (Verse 2) You were direct, never played the game, No agenda, no strings, no hidden aim. It was strange to feel that kind of care, From a man with power, but nothing unfair. We worked, we built something I never knew, But when the walls fell, I fell harder too. I thought I’d finally found a way through the maze, But the end left me in a foggy haze. (Chorus) Was it worse to know what could have been? To find a truth in a space where I let you in? The support, the trust, rare as it seems— But the failure still haunts all my dreams. Now I wonder if I put you too high, ‘Cause in the end, I still don’t know why The growth came at my own great expense— Is it better to know, or just live in defense? (Bridge) Maybe you saw me clearer than I ever could, But knowing what I know now, I’m not sure I should. Did I need this growth, or was it just the cost, Of learning that in winning, I’d already lost? And now I fear I’ll never feel that trust again, ‘Cause what we had was rare—was it all in vain? (Chorus) Was it worse to know what could have been? To find a truth in a space where I let you in? The support, the trust, rare as it seems— But the failure still haunts all my dreams. Now I wonder if I put you too high, ‘Cause in the end, I still don’t know why The growth came at my own great expense— Is it better to know, or just live in defense? (Outro) I’m left with insight I can’t forget, But somehow that knowledge is my biggest regret. Maybe it’s not the loss that stings so much— But knowing I’ll never find that same touch.
