[Instrumental intro] [Verse 1] It’s late again, the house is still, I’m in the bathroom leaning on the windowsill. The mirror fogs up from the breath I don’t take, Tracing shapes in the steam like it’s all a mistake. My hair’s a mess, skin looks tired, The kind of look that coffee can’t inspire. There’s a freckle I swear wasn’t there last year, And lines I don’t remember, but they’ve made it clear. [Pre-Chorus] Every scar, every laugh, every tear I’ve faced, It’s right here, written on my face. No filter, no edit, just a lifetime displayed, And I don’t know if I’m proud or afraid. [Chorus] My face, it holds the things I’ve lost, The battles I’ve fought, and the bridges I’ve crossed. A roadmap of every choice I’ve made, Every smile, every heartache, every crusade. [Post-Chorus] And I stand here staring, frozen in place, Trying to love what I see in my face. No pretending, no facade, Just me, meeting my own eyes. [Verse 2] There’s a photo taped up on the bedroom door, Of a younger me, back when I dreamed more. She’s grinning wide, her eyes are bright, She thought the world was endless, and she was right. But that girl didn’t know the weight of regret, How some nights you sit and tally the debts. Still, she’d be proud of the way I’ve survived, Even if the glow has faded from my eyes. [Pre-Chorus] Every scar, every laugh, every tear I’ve faced, It’s right here, written on my face. No filter, no edit, just a lifetime displayed, And I don’t know if I’m proud or afraid. [Chorus] My face, it holds the things I’ve lost, The battles I’ve fought, and the bridges I’ve crossed. A roadmap of every choice I’ve made, Every smile, every heartache, every crusade. [Post-Chorus] And I stand here staring, frozen in place, Trying to love what I see in my face. No pretending, no facade, Just me, meeting my own eyes. [Bridge] If this face could speak, what would it say? Would it talk about the nights I wasted away? The mornings I rose, too stubborn to fall, Or the times I gave up and still lost it all? It’s not perfect, but neither is life, Every mark is a memory, both joy and strife. And as much as I want to erase and redo, This is the truth, and I owe it to you. [Chorus] My face, it holds the things I’ve lost, The battles I’ve fought, and the bridges I’ve crossed. A roadmap of every choice I’ve made, Every smile, every heartache, every crusade. [Post-Chorus] And I stand here staring, frozen in place, Trying to love what I see in my face. No pretending, no facade, Just me, meeting my own eyes. [Outro] So I breathe in deep and let it go, This is the face I’ve come to know. The good, the bad, the beauty, the pain, It’s all here, etched in my name. [Fade out]
