Look at myself

Intro]

Yeah…

It’s just me… and me… again

Talkin’ to myself like… can I break this?

Can I… change?

Look at me… I see my father in my eyes, that same cold stare

And my mother’s mouth, always tight, like she’s holdin’ back despair

I’m talkin’ to myself now, askin’ if I’m doomed before I try

Does it matter what I do if I’m born to repeat their lies?

I say, “Maybe I’m different… maybe I’ll break the chain”

But then I see the shape of my hands, the way I handle pain

I hear their voices in my head, whisperin’ the same refrain

“Man, you’re gonna fall… just like us… don’t pretend you’re sane”

I shout back at the shadows, but they echo every word

I’m trapped in a room with ghosts, and they won’t let me be heard

I pace, I think, I fight, but the mirror’s cruel and true

Tells me, “You look just like them… what you gon’ do?”

Look at these cards…

Can I play them?

Or am I stuck, dealin’ with the same hands again?

Talkin’ to myself… tryna find the plan

Look at these cards… can I play them?

I sit down, talkin’ to me again, tryna hear my own voice

I ask, “Is it my fault, or just my blood? Do I get a choice?”

I tell myself, “You’re better, you’re stronger, you can rise”

But then I remember every fight, every tear, every lie

I see my father’s shadow in my chest, heavy on my lungs

And my mother’s sorrow, in my words, hangin’ on my tongue

I say, “I won’t be like you… I’ll write a new story”

But the echo laughs, says, “You’ll fall before the glory”

I argue back with myself, pacing, fists in the air

“What if I’m doomed? What if it’s all already there?”

I hate me, I love me, I’m at war inside

I’m lookin’ in the mirror, nowhere to hide

I whisper, “I’m not them… I won’t let this define me”

But the voice in my head… it keeps tryin’ to bind me

Look at these cards…

Can I play them?

Or am I stuck, dealin’ with the same hands again?

Talkin’ to myself… tryna find the plan

Look at these cards… can I play them?

I keep talkin’ to me, like I’m someone I don’t know

“Will you rise, or fall?” I ask, “Will you reap what they sow?”

I see my father’s anger, my mother’s quiet pain

It’s like I’m swimmin’ upstream through a storm of rain

I tell myself, “You got this… don’t let it win”

But then I feel the weight of their past sinkin’ in

“Look, I’m scared,” I admit, “I don’t wanna be the same”

And I hear my own voice, callin’ out the family name

I see hope flicker, small but alive

Maybe I can survive, maybe I can thrive

I argue, I beg, I scream in my head

But I can feel the chains loosening instead

I say, “I’m not doomed… I’m more than my blood”

And the shadows shrink back, though they still flood

Maybe I’ll fall… maybe I’ll rise

Maybe I’ll see through these haunted eyes

I talk to me… I don’t compromise

I write my story, cut all ties

Look at these cards…

Can I play them?