[Verse 1] It’s like sitting in the backseat of a car that used to feel like home. Watching the city blur past the windows, watching yourself become someone you don’t know. The radio is playing memories. The mirror shows a stranger’s eyes. The dashboard keeps flashing warnings but everybody thinks you’re fine. You see every turn before it happens. You know every road that leads to regret. You memorize every person you’ll hurt before you’ve even hurt them yet. And you’re screaming at the wheel, screaming until your throat goes numb: “Please… don’t make me become the thing I’ve been running from.” [Chorus] I’m the seat nobody sat in. The ghost nobody knew was there. The voice underneath the shouting, the one begging for somebody to care. Like a house with every window shaking, like a storm trapped under the floor. Like a person knocking from the inside while everyone’s standing at the door. They saw the slammed doors. They saw the anger. They saw the damage I left behind. But they never saw the person inside me begging me to change my mind. [Verse 2] It’s like being the villain in a story where you know the truth. Knowing the monster in the mirror is wearing your old shoes. You watch the people who love you learn how to speak more carefully. You watch them measure every word like they’re scared of losing you or setting you free. And that’s the part that breaks you: Not that they leave. That they stay… and you wonder how much of themselves they had to give away. [Bridge] It’s like hearing an alarm from inside a locked room. Like watching the sky turn black and pretending it’s just a different shade of blue. Like holding every apology that never found its way out. Like having a heart full of “I love you” and a mouth full of doubt. [Final Chorus] I’m the seat nobody sat in. The part of me nobody knew. The person behind the damage who was hurting too. Don’t just remember the wreckage. Don’t just remember the noise. Remember there was somebody inside me trying to get back their voice. Because the cruelest part wasn’t the breaking. It wasn’t the moment everything changed. It was realizing… the person everyone was trying to reach had been screaming their name the whole time.
