[Verse 1] I knew a kid with my last name, he laughed before he looked around. He broke his heart on little things, then wore the pieces like a crown. I haven't seen him for a while, maybe he stopped calling me. Maybe I walked too far ahead, maybe he finally walked free. [Pre-Chorus] Every mirror tells the truth for just a little while. Then someone new starts looking back. [Chorus] Which one was the better me? The one who ran, or stayed? The one who never knew enough, or learned too much too late? I'm just another version, filing yesterday away. Every year, another stranger wearing my face. [Verse 2] Twenty-five: train tickets, empty pockets, every plan fit inside a notebook. Thirty-three: holding my tongue through another meeting. The coffee got colder, so did I. [Pre-Chorus 2] Nothing disappears. It just changes its handwriting. [Chorus 2] Which one was the better me? The loudest voice? The quiet one? The man who chased another sun, or stopped before it was gone? Every answer fades before it's fully understood. Every year, another stranger wearing my shoes. [Bridge] If they all walked into the same room—would they shake hands? Would they argue? Would they even know they shared a name? Maybe not. Maybe that's how becoming works! [Final Chorus] Which one was the better me? Maybe there wasn't one. I'm just another version waiting for someone else to remember. Every year, someone leaves. Someone arrives. Both answering to my name. [Outro] The kid, the fool, the careful ghost. They all thought they were the real me. ...So do I.
