[Intro – spoken, sparse bass] I remember who I was— [sax: soft, questioning phrase] Did what I had to— [trumpet: short, muted reply] Just to get here. [Verse 1] I remember who I was in survival mode [sax: low, reflective line] Saying “this is fine” just to stay afloat [trumpet: clipped echo] Smiling through it, never let it show [sax: gentle fall] Kept it all inside, nowhere else to go There was a version that would never speak [horns: tight unison hit] Swallowed every truth just to keep the peace [sax: breathy answer] Thought if I bent I could make it last [trumpet: slight rise] Didn’t know I was disappearing fast There was a version always on the run [sax: quick looping phrase] Burn it all down just to feel undone [trumpet: sharp stab] Every bridge lit just to see the glow [sax: trailing note] Didn’t care where I had left to go And there’s a version I don’t talk about [horns: low, sustained tension] Still feels close when the lights go out [sax: distant echo] But I see them now, I can hold that view [trumpet: warm lift] They were doing what they had to do [Chorus] Version control, I don’t delete my past [horns: bold call] Broken lines, yeah, they built me back [horns: answering stab] I don’t erase, I just let it unfold [sax: smooth run] All of me lives in version control [horns: sustained resolve] [Verse 2] Now I see it clear when I look behind [sax: steady walking phrase] Every wrong turn hit at the right time [trumpet: short accent] Used to want to go back, press rewind [sax: rewind-like fall] Now I read it different, line by line I was just trying to survive the weight [horns: soft hit] Every version had a role to play [sax: conversational reply] Even when it led me off the path [trumpet: hesitant rise] That was still how I learned to last I don’t flinch when it comes back close [sax: tight phrase] Don’t shut it down like I did before [horns: clipped response] Let it talk, let it say what it knows [sax: echoing answer] There’s a truth in it I can’t ignore I ain’t fixed, I’m just more in tune [trumpet: warm tone] Still got scars, still got things to prove [sax: layered harmony] But I don’t need to become someone new [horns: light lift] Just more honest than I used to [Bridge – stripped, horns lead emotion] Maybe nothing’s ever really gone [sax: slow, searching line] Just rewritten, carried on [trumpet: soft reply] Every loss, every line I crossed [horns: dissonant swell] Still echoes when I zoom out I used to think I had to choose [sax: questioning phrase] Who I was and what to lose [trumpet: hesitant echo] Now I know it’s all the same [horns: blending harmony] Just different names I used [Final Chorus – fuller horns, still restrained] Version control, I don’t delete my past [horns: stronger call] Broken lines, yeah, they built me back [horns: layered response] I don’t erase, I just let it unfold [sax: rising run] All of me lives in version control [horns: long, warm resolve] [Outro – spoken, horns fade last] Every version got me here. [sax: soft, reflective note] I’m not starting over— [trumpet: quiet answer] I’m continuing. [horns: final gentle chord]
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