[Verse 1] The shadow of me was the beast underneath. The shade I created with every choice I made. Every yes left a no. Every road left another. Every time I chose who I would be... I buried the other. And called him the beast. [Verse 2] I refused to look at him. Refused to believe that anything living in that darkness could ever belong to me. So I became the light. Or tried to be. While something beneath me held onto everything I refused to see. [Pre-Chorus] Then we collided. Me with me. The light I tried to become... And the beast I believed was holding onto me. But he wasn't holding me back. He was holding onto everything I left behind. [Chorus] He wasn't the beast. He was the shadow of me. Every road I never walked. Every possibility. Every anger I buried. Every fear I wouldn't speak. Every piece I threw away to become who I thought I should be. He wasn't destroying me. He was saving everything I was meant to see. [Verse 3] And maybe everyone has someone like him underneath. Someone they've named the monster. Someone they refuse to meet. Fighting themselves through every decision... To be... or not to be... Never noticing what they're becoming between the choices. [Bridge] Who are you? Who am I? Who are we... when nobody is watching? Who are we when the names disappear? When right and wrong stop screaming long enough for us to hear? Why do we keep stepping where we aren't looking? Why do we run forward without asking what has been? What did we bury beneath our feet? What keeps following underneath? [Breakdown] Step. Choose. Step. Choose. Become. But become what? We keep staring at where we're going... While the ground beneath us is made from everywhere we've been. [Final Chorus] The shadow of me was never my enemy. He was the consequence of becoming only half of me. The opposition of every choice. The unanswered possibility. The voice beneath the voice asking quietly... "Will you finally look at me?" And when I did... There was no beast. No light. No enemy. Only everything I had been... Everything I could become... Standing together inside of me. [Outro] Who are you? Who am I? Who are we? And why... do we keep stepping where we aren't looking... without ever asking what's beneath?
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