[Verse 1] I wake with a map of unclaimed rooms Each one insists it learned my name One keeps the promises I buried One takes the fall and wears the blame [Pre-Chorus] If every life is mine to carry Which one is standing in my skin? [Chorus] Am I the cut between the pieces Or every piece that learned to breathe? If all these selves keep turning in me Is there a center underneath? I ask the face that answers back: Which one is real—and which one leaves? [Verse 2] I speak in voices from old decisions I turn, and there’s another at the glass They hold the days I couldn’t live through They hold the days I let slip past [Pre-Chorus] I try to gather every version But none will fit inside one name [Chorus] Am I the cut between the pieces Or every piece that learned to breathe? If all these selves keep turning in me Is there a center underneath? I ask the face that answers back: Which one is real—and which one leaves? [Bridge] Maybe no one gets the whole of me Maybe the fracture is the shape Maybe I am every hand that reached And every choice I couldn’t make [Final Chorus] I am the cut and all the pieces I am the breath they couldn’t steal If all these selves keep turning in me Then every turning is still real I ask the face that answers back— And let it answer: I am here [Outro] Not one life, not another All of them, held together
