Mirror without echo

I was the type who always said "yes" when it was "no"

I went along with every shitty thing, just so no one would leave

I bent myself like a wire until the break was at the core

And suddenly the core was gone – yo, where am I then?

I listened to Dad, to Mom, to the clique in the block

To the guy with the fat chain who never gave anything but talk

To the teachers, the cops, the ex who belittled me

To everyone, except the quiet voice that's been fading for a long time

Lost, lost, I can't even hear myself anymore

Too long with the wrong ears, too long with the wrong honor

Lost, lost, in the noise of another world

Am I still in here, or am I long gone?

Three lines on the table, the world turns pastel and soft

The edges blur, self-loathing becomes quiet and pale

In my head, a movie session, everything shines like Hollywood

But when the curtain falls, I'm back to being the nobody who's good

Pupils like saucers, tongue doing somersaults

I feel connected – but to whom? With a chemical dream

The guys around me laugh loudly, we're "brothers forever"

But when it gets light, they're strangers – and I'm the fool again

Lost, lost, the mask fits perfectly

But underneath, the core rots, never to be respected again

Lost, lost, high I'm the king

But when I come down, all I see is a nobody

I've asked myself so often: "Was I even there?"

Or was I just a prop in a movie that others cut freely?

I needed applause like oxygen, I smiled like a clown

But the applause was never for me – it was for the mask downtown

I adapted until there was nothing left of me

Just a shell that nods when the next boss says something, yeah right

I betrayed myself for a seat at the table of the bigwigs

And in the end, I sat alone – with a spoon and a ghost from drugs

Yo mirror, tell me honestly – do you know the guy in there?

The one with the red eyes, who can't even understand himself anymore?

The one who always lies and says "everything's fine" even though the ground is crumbling?

Tell me honestly, brother – when did I lose myself, shit?

No more applause needed, no more "brother" who needs me

No more highs as crutches, only delaying the fall, yeah

I can hear that quiet voice again, the one I killed for years

It whispers: "You are enough – even if you never believed it, bro."

I was lost, yeah – but lost doesn't mean gone

You can find yourself again, even if it hurts like hell, check

The first step is ugly, the second even more so

But every step towards myself is better than another year in the wrong honor

No applause. No filter. No more fake.

Just me.

Broken.

But finally honest.

And that…

feels like new