I met myself in a mirror, and I had to look away At the ghost of a child who had so much to say I was the thief who stole his fire, I was the judge who gave the sentence I was the hand that held him down, I offered no repentance I told him, "Shut your mouth, your dreams are just a lie" I watched the light inside his eyes just flicker out and die I built a cage around his heart and called it "being strong" And for that betrayal, I have been wrong for so damn long (Chorus) So this is my apology, a reckoning, a plea I'm on my knees to the broken part of me I apologize to me, for the coward I became For letting my own soul be the one I had to blame I apologize to me, for the love I wouldn't give For teaching my own heart it wasn't fit to live I apologize to me... I apologize to me... (Verse 2) I'm sorry for the silence when I should have been a roar For letting bullies in my head just kick me to the floor For every opportunity I treated like a threat For every single promise to myself I never met I'm sorry for the treason, for the way I let them win For treating my own boundaries like they were made of tin I should have watched my back, I should have been my shield Instead, I handed over the keys and let my own self yield (Chorus) So this is my apology, a reckoning, a plea I'm on my knees to the broken part of me I apologize to me, for the coward I became For letting my own soul be the one I had to blame I apologize to me, for the love I wouldn't give For teaching my own heart it wasn't fit to live I apologize to me... I apologize to me... (Bridge) This is for the chances that I let just rot and die For the prayers I never prayed when I was too afraid to try For being kind to everyone but the man inside my skin For building up a fortress just to lock myself within For not giving myself a break, for whipping my own back For following the crowd instead of cutting my own track For never diving deep enough to find the pearls below For being my own worst enemy, for letting my heart go (Musical Interlude: The synth swells to a thunderous roar. A searing, screaming guitar solo tears through the mix. It is not melodic; it is the sound of pure, unadulterated anguish and rage. It crashes and burns before suddenly collapsing into a single, fragile, echoing piano note.) (Final Chorus - Stripped back, voice trembling with raw emotion, then building to a powerful, defiant crescendo) I apologize... to me... For the life I didn't live... I apologize... to me... For the love I couldn't give... I... apologize... to ME! FOR BEING MY OWN WORST ENEMY! FOR ALL THE LOVE I COULDN'T SEE! I... APOLOGIZE... TO... ME! (Outro) But this is not a eulogy, this is not a funeral dirge This is the sound of breaking chains, the feeling of the purge This is the war I'm waging for the right to be alive This is the moment I decide that I will finally thrive I will stand up to the plate, I will take the risk, I will dive I will learn to trust the man inside, I'll finally believe I will be the one who stays, I will be the one who'll never leave I will take this broken heart and I will learn to weave A tapestry of victory, of joy, and of reprieve And the final, sacred lesson I will forever need to know is (The music cuts out completely. A single, whispered voice, full of conviction.) ...Polo energy.
