[Intro – whispered - echoed] Becoming... (unbecoming... unbecoming... unbecoming) Unbecoming... (becoming... becoming... becoming) [Verse 1] I said it softly so you wouldn’t mishear But I think the silence landed clearer So please tell me now, I want to know— Is it my words or the silence that echo? [Chorus] Is this my voice? Do I even know? Would you still love me If I was only an echo? (an echo) [Verse 2] I reached for you through a careful phrase Yet you said so much with only your gaze Smiled like you heard something deep I said But I was just stalling inside my own head I practiced the lines so they wouldn’t land wrong But the echo said things I couldn’t put in a song Did you love me, or the echo you made? I can’t tell what part of me stayed [Chorus – repeat] Is this my voice? Do I even know? Would you still love me If I was only an echo? (an echo) [Bridge / Breakdown] Is this what I am, or what I was? Does it matter? It’s just my “because.” I don’t find your voice—but I feel its echo I don’t see myself—yet I hear me through you Was it me who reached, or just a reflection? Practicing touch through secondhand connection The sound repeats but never lands the same So who’s the singer… and who’s to blame? [Final Verse] I stopped asking which part was mine It all sounded the same after enough time If I disappear but you still sing— Does that mean I left… or became everything? [Outro – faint, distorted] Would you still love me… If I was only—only—only— (static… silence…)
