For Me or for You (Remastered)

There’s a page on the table, pen tapping time Got a head full of noise and a half-formed rhyme Every word feels borrowed, every line unsure Like I’m chasing a voice I don’t quite know anymore There’s a mirror in the melody, looking back at me But it bends when I play to what you wanna see Am I telling the truth or just dressing it up Pouring from my soul or just filling your cup If I sand down the edges, make it easy to sing Do I lose what it costs me, what it means? Am I writing for me or writing for you? Is this heart on the page something honest or rehearsed truth? If I scream in the silence, will it still come through? Or does it only matter if it matters to you? Am I chasing a feeling or chasing a view? Am I writing for me… or writing for you? There’s a hook in the distance, I can hear it call Says “make it a little safer, they’ll remember it all” But the cracks in my voice, they’re the realest thing And they don’t always fit in a polished dream I could wrap it in gold, make it radio bright Turn the shadows to shimmer, keep it easy and light But the truth’s in the tension, in the things I don’t say In the quiet resistance I keep giving away If I trade all the chaos for a cleaner sound Is it still my story when it’s watered down? Am I writing for me or writing for you? Is this fire in my chest something I have to prove? If I bend every word just to make it land smooth Does it mean anything if it’s not what I choose? Am I chasing a moment or something more true? Am I writing for me… or writing for you? Maybe it’s both in a fragile line A piece of your world in a piece of mine Maybe truth doesn’t have to stand alone Maybe it finds a home when it’s finally shown But I know when the room goes quiet and still And there’s nothing to hide and nothing to fill It’s the words that scare me that I need to use That’s when I know what I’ve got to choose No filter, no frame, no perfect disguise Just a crack in the surface where the real story lies Now I’m writing for me, but I’m singing to you Every scar, every line, every hard-earned truth If it reaches your heart, then it made it through Not because I changed it—but because it was true I’m not chasing approval, I’m chasing what’s true I was writing for me… and it found its way to you So here’s every word that I couldn’t hide Not perfect, not polished… but mine inside If you hear yourself in it, then we both made it through I was writing for me… but it lives in you now too