Find Myself Again

I wake beneath a borrowed name,

A ghost inside a hollow frame.

Every mirror shows a stranger’s face,

Every step feels out of place.

I buried pieces of who I was,

Under the weight of what life does.

But somewhere underneath the scars,

I hear a voice screaming through the dark.

I’ve been lost inside my own skin,

Fighting wars I never meant to win.

If there’s a spark beneath this pain,

I’ll tear through hell to find it again.

I’M COMING BACK FROM THE DEAD!

I’LL REBUILD WHAT I LEFT!

Piece by piece, breath by breath,

I’ll drag myself out of this wreckage.

I may be broken, I may be changed,

But I’m not finished with this life I made.

Through the fire, through the end—

I’m gonna find myself again!

I wore my failures like a crown,

Let every doubt drag me down.

I gave my heart to empty hands,

Lost my voice trying to understand.

But I’m done feeding the machine,

Done becoming what they need.

If I have to burn the past away,

Then let the ashes mark my way.

I’ve been drowning in the things I fear,

Letting silence become all I hear.

But there’s a heartbeat beneath the pain,

And it’s calling out my name.

I’M COMING BACK FROM THE DEAD!

I’LL REBUILD WHAT I LEFT!

Piece by piece, breath by breath,

I’ll drag myself out of this wreckage.

I may be broken, I may be changed,

But I’m not finished with this life I made.

Through the fire, through the end—

I’m gonna find myself again!

WHO AM I?

The one who survived.

WHO AM I?

The one still alive.

You can bury the past—

You can bury the pain—

But you can’t kill the voice

That keeps screaming my name!

I’M STILL HERE!

I’M STILL HERE!

I’M STILL HERE!

Maybe I’ll never be who I was,

Maybe that’s not who I’m meant to become.

I’m not searching for the past anymore—

I’m building something stronger from the floor.

I’M COMING BACK FROM THE DEAD!

WITH THE FIRE IN MY CHEST!

Every scar, every regret,

Is a part of me I won’t forget.

I’m not broken—I’m becoming,

I’m not lost—I’m still running.

Through the ashes, through the end—

I finally found myself again!

The mirror doesn’t look the same.

But for the first time—

I know the face.