Catching Up to Me

Verse 1]
My past mistakes are catching up to me,
They whisper my name like a ghost in my sleep.
Every kiss I stole, every lie I spoke,
Still burns my tongue, still makes me choke.

He looks at me like I’m made of light,
But I’m stitched together with the dark of night.
If he knew the truth beneath my skin,
Would he stay or never look again?

[Pre-Chorus]
I buried the proof, but secrets bleed,
They crawl through cracks, they follow me.
Every rumor’s a loaded gun,
Pointed at the love I’ve won.

[Chorus]
My past mistakes are catching up to me,
They haunt my dreams, they won’t let me breathe.
I’m begging the silence, don’t set me free,
‘Cause I’ll lose him if he ever sees.
The sinner I was, the ghost I’ve been,
Don’t let the truth pull us back in.
My past mistakes are catching up to me,
And I can’t outrun what I used to be.

[Verse 2]
They say karma’s a mirror that never lies,
And I see her smirk when I close my eyes.
The men I touched, the hearts I broke,
Echo loud in the words I spoke.

Now I’m in love with the one I betrayed,
But how do I confess what can’t be erased?
I built this home on fragile glass,
Praying the storm won’t shatter the past.

[Pre-Chorus]
I’m walking on the edge of truth,
Every step could lead to proof.
If someone tells him what I’ve done,
I’ll watch my heaven come undone.

[Chorus]
My past mistakes are catching up to me,
They haunt my dreams, they won’t let me breathe.
I’m begging the silence, don’t set me free,
‘Cause I’ll lose him if he ever sees.
The sinner I was, the ghost I’ve been,
Don’t let the truth pull us back in.
My past mistakes are catching up to me,
And I can’t outrun what I used to be.

[Bridge]
Maybe I deserve the fall,
Maybe the whispers will tell it all.
But I’d trade my guilt, my history,
If love could just forgive me.

[Final Chorus]
My past mistakes are catching up to me,
I hear them calling in my sleep.
If he finds out, he’ll set me free,
But freedom’s not what I need.
The sinner I was, the ghost I’ve been,
Don’t let him see where I have sinned.
My past mistakes are catching up to me,
And I can’t outrun what I used to be.

[Outro]
(Whispered)
My past mistakes…
Catching up to me…
Don’t tell him what I used to be…

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