[Intro] This one keeps me up at night Was i so blind?,,, Was i this Stupid?,,, It Keeps My mind running in circles KB Street-With-Class One question keeps breaking through the dark. It does not shout, but it hits the hardest. When I strip the lies and the timing off, what was I to you when it mattered most? [Verse 1 – 8 bars] That is the blade I keep feeling turn. Not just what broke, but what I was worth. Was I your man when the pressure hit? Was I your shelter till the weather switched? Was I just useful and dressed up close? A warm safe space till the old pain slowed? Because the way I moved had a serious aim. So tell me what kind of place I had. [Pre-Hook – 4 bars] What was I to you behind those eyes? Past the soft tone and the late-night lines. Not what you say now, what was it then? Before you changed up how the story ends. [Hook – 8 bars] What was I to you when life got real? When money got tight and the nights got hard? What was I to you when you let me in? Because that was deeper than a surface role. What was I to you when I held that weight? Do not call it nothing to protect your name. If I was wrong, why did it look like truth? What was I to you? I need that truth. [Verse 2 – 8 bars] You cannot tell me I guessed it all. Not with the spot where you let me stand. I was too close to the private strain. Too deep in the middle of your roughest days. That kind of access has meaning built in. That kind of trust does not happen thin. So when you act like I blurred the lines, it sounds like a trick to escape the blame. [Verse 3 – 8 bars] Maybe that is what keeps my chest locked up. Not just your move, but the missing answer. Because if I mattered, then say I did. And if I did not, then explain that path. Explain why I paid, why I calmed that room. Why I got the parts people never view. Why I was there where the mask falls off. You do not hand that out for nothing much. [Hook – 8 bars] What was I to you when life got real? When money got tight and the nights got hard? What was I to you when you let me in? Because that was deeper than a surface role. What was I to you when I held that weight? Do not call it nothing to protect your name. If I was wrong, why did it look like truth? What was I to you? I need that truth. [Verse 4 – 8 bars] Some nights I think I was love in reach. Some nights I think I was need with skin. Some nights I think I was just the gap between the ex and the next collapse. That is the damage of mixed intent. You leave a man with ten answers at once. And every one cuts a different way. None of them heal, they just shape the scar. [Verse 5 – 8 bars] Then it turns wider than one bad case. How many people read care as use? How many hands take all they can hold, then call it confusion when the debt comes due? That is why I keep my center cold. That is why my trust now moves with proof. Because I know what it costs to give when somebody wants what you are, not you. [Hook – 8 bars] What was I to you when life got real? When money got tight and the nights got hard? What was I to you when you let me in? Because that was deeper than a surface role. What was I to you when I held that weight? Do not call it nothing to protect your name. If I was wrong, why did it look like truth? What was I to you? I need that truth. [Outro – 4 bars] That question stays where the bruise runs deep. Not for revenge, but to set me free. If I do not get it, I still move on. But I know why the walls got higher. If I was wrong, why did it look like truth? What was I to you?
