Sometimes I wonder (I wonder) how I ended up here… how a simple road turned into so many years. I spent so much time chasing echoes (echoes) hoping someone would hear my voice looking for a little recognition like it somehow proved my choice. [brutal death metal drums] Maybe we all want the same thing (same thing) to be seen… to be understood to feel that what we created somehow mattered… somehow stood. But sometimes the silence answers (answers) louder than the crowd and you start asking questions you never said out loud [brutal death metal screamo] Maybe I disappointed someone (someone) maybe I lost my way I was never meant to be perfect I just walked day by day This road somehow brought me here (right here) through every doubt I knew and now I choose the path ahead and what I’m going to do (to do). I’ve seen many people arriving with hope inside their eyes believing they found a place where their voice could rise. And I’ve seen the same people leaving when the dream fades away when the applause disappears and the silence stays (it stays). And I’ve been through those moments more times than I can say wondering if all this time just slowly slipped away Maybe I disappointed someone (someone) maybe I made mistakes maybe I chased illusions that reality breaks But this road somehow brought me here (right here) and I finally understand the future isn’t written yet it’s still in my own hands Maybe I disappointed someone (someone) maybe I fell too many times I was never meant to be perfect just a soul chasing signs [bridge] I walked the road that brought me here through every doubt and fear and now I choose the path ahead the one that feels most clear (so clear). Maybe I disappointed someone (someone) maybe I tried too hard maybe I was just looking for a place to leave my mark But this road somehow brought me here (right here) and now I finally see the next chapter of my story still belongs to me I’m not saying goodbye… (goodbye) because who knows where I’ll be (I’ll be) I’m just turning the page of a story still writing me (writing me).
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