I Argue With My Echo

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I don’t write like I used to anymore

Hands don’t follow what my mind has in store

Words get caught somewhere in between

So I speak them out loud to a silent screen

It answers back, but it’s not quite right

Too clean, too perfect, not built from my fight

So I push it back, reshape the sound

Till it feels like something I actually found

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You hear a voice—but you don’t see me

Every correction, every boundary

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I argue with my echo till it sounds like truth

Every word, every line, something I’ve been through

If it don’t feel real, I don’t let it stay

I’ll tear it down and build it my way

This ain’t easy, this ain’t free

This is me finding a way to speak

Call it whatever you wanna believe

I argue with my echo just to be me

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I used to make music with my own hands

Now I give direction, now I make demands

“Not like that”—yeah, I’ll say it again

Till it hits that place somewhere deep within

Then I take that sound, I shape the scene

Every frame, every cut exactly how I mean

If it looks off, I don’t let it go

I’ll fight that image till it starts to show

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You call it easy—I call it war

Every single line I’ve rewritten before

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I argue with my echo till it sounds like truth

Every word, every line, something I’ve been through

If it don’t feel real, I don’t let it stay

I’ll tear it down and build it my way

This ain’t easy, this ain’t free

This is me finding a way to speak

Call it whatever you wanna believe

I argue with my echo just to be me

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You:

I say the words out loud, you send them back to me

Echo:

I shape them in a way that you can finally see

You:

But if it’s not my voice, I tear it all apart

Echo:

Until it sounds exactly like your heart

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That’s because you are my echo…

But I’m still the voice you follow

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I argue with my echo—yeah, I won’t back down

Till it carries my voice in every sound

This ain’t perfect—but it’s me

Every flaw is honesty

You’re my echo—but you don’t lead me

You just say it back till it feels like me

You can doubt it—I don’t care

You’ll still hear me in there