(Verse 1)
Lately it feels like I’m crowded,
Like my thoughts aren’t even mine,
Like every sentence in my head
Gets cut off mid-line.
I hear his tone in the quiet,
Even when no one’s there —
I’m standing alone in a safe room
Still bracing like he might appear.
I try to think something gentle,
Try to look at my face —
But his words hit first, automatic,
Like they memorised the place.
(Pre-Chorus)
And I hate how I doubt every feeling,
Like I need permission to breathe.
I escaped the hands that hurt me,
But the voice still lives in me.
(Chorus)
He never left,
He just changed where he stayed.
From shouting out loud
To thoughts in my brain.
I walked away,
But he followed me through —
Every mirror, every choice,
Every thing I try to do.
I survived the worst of it,
But some days I still feel
Like I’m living with the echo
Of something that wasn’t real.
(Verse 2)
He moved out, packed his anger,
Left the house, left the street —
But he stayed behind in my nervous system,
In the way I second-guess me.
I flinch at my own confidence,
Apologise when I speak,
Like existing too honestly
Is still something I shouldn’t be.
They tell me, “You’re safe now,”
Like safety flips a switch —
But my mind still runs his script
Even when I resist.
(Pre-Chorus)
And maybe I’m not broken or weak,
Just rewired from surviving too long.
I learned his voice before I learned my own,
So silence still sounds wrong.
(Chorus)
He never left,
He just changed the game.
Turned into doubt,
Turned into shame.
I locked the doors,
But he knew the code —
Now I’m untangling thoughts
He planted years ago.
I’m not worthless,
That was his lie —
But it takes time
To separate his voice from mine.
(Bridge)
They don’t warn you about the aftermath,
About the quiet that still hurts.
About learning freedom slowly
After being trained to flinch first.
I wasn’t damaged —
I was conditioned to believe
That cruelty was truth
And kindness was weak.
(Chorus)
He never left,
But I’m pushing back.
Questioning every thought
Before I accept it as fact.
I’m reclaiming the language
Inside my head —
Learning to hear myself
Instead of him.
(Outro)
He moved out.
The violence ended.
But healing is teaching my mind
A different narrator.
And I’m still here —
Unlearning him
One thought
At a time.
Beexii
