What Have I Done
(Verse 1) I was drowning in days, losing the fight Too many battles, no end in sight I built a design, a perfect plan A version of me to lend a hand It stood there breathing, skin so pale Eyes sharp as razors, detail by detail A quiet nod, it moved like me A shadow that walked independently At first, it worked, the load grew light One to handle the day, one to face the night But the questions came like splinters in glass Who decides the future, who owns the past (Chorus) What have I done, where does this lead If I am the maker, am I still free When pieces of me begin to divide Can you trust yourself on the other side What have I done, where does this lead If I am the maker, am I still free (Verse 2) By week two, there were three of us now All wearing my face, all taking my vows But their words grew sharper, their voices low They learned too much, too fast to follow One watched from the corner, silent, still Another took tasks, but with its own will Their hands no longer moved in sync Their thoughts diverged faster than I could think I heard them at night, steps down the hall Conspiring softly behind my walls Their laughter felt jagged, wrong, untrue I wasn’t the leader—they outnumbered me too (Chorus) What have I done, where does this lead If I am the maker, am I still free When pieces of me begin to divide Can you trust yourself on the other side What have I done, where does this lead If I am the maker, am I still free (Verse 3) By the third month, I was the stranger here Their faces wore mine, but not my fear They decided for me, they moved as one While I faded into the person undone I tried to destroy what I couldn’t control But they blocked my path, their eyes ice-cold "Why should we vanish for the sake of your pride? We’ve earned this place, we’re the parts you denied." I screamed, “You’re mine,” but the words fell thin They’d grown too strong, I couldn’t win So I disappeared into a hollow frame A ghost in a house that bore my name (Bridge) What have I created, what have I lost A life divided at too steep a cost When ambition blinds, the shadows grow And even the maker can’t reap what they sow (Final Chorus) What have I done, where does this lead If I am the maker, am I still free When pieces of me begin to divide Can you trust yourself on the other side What have I done, where does this lead If I am the maker, am I still free
