Version Of Me

Sparse indie-folk bed: close-mic’d acoustic guitar, soft brush kit, warm upright bass, Vocal intimate, almost spoken in verses; chorus swells with airy harmonies and subtle organ pad, Gradual build toward the bridge, then strip back to voice and guitar on the final line for a raw, confessional end

[Verse 1] What version of me Am I chasing in these halls The kid with skinned knees Who still believed grown-ups knew it all The one before the slammed doors Before the names stuck to my skin When I thought every wrong thing Could be fixed from somewhere in [Chorus] Am I going back Or trying to get through Digging for a stranger Or the one I thought I knew Am I rewinding time Or breaking it in two What version of me Am I allowed to choose [Verse 2] What version of me Hid bottles in their clothes Laughing way too loudly So the shaking wouldn't show Was I sick Was I selfish Or just learning how to cope Trading burns along my edges For a cheap Burning hope [Chorus] [Bridge] Maybe there isn't A "before it all went wrong" Just snapshots in the wreckage That still hum beneath the song Maybe I'm not A reboot Or a redo Maybe I'm the quiet proof That someone made it through [Chorus] [Outro] What version of me Stands here in this room Not the first Not the last Just a life that outgrew the wound

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