(Intro)
(Heartbeat.)
(A key drops.)
(Breathing.)
Voice 1 (whisper):
Lock the door.
Voice 2 (far away):
Did you?
(Verse 1)
Something moved.
No...
Something moved.
I know it did.
Don't tell me it was the wind.
The keys were here.
No...
They were.
Weren't they?
I left them here.
Didn't I?
...
Didn't I?
Every shadow watches longer.
Every room feels just a little smaller.
Every silence knows my name.
Every night rewrites the same.
(Pre-Chorus)
Check the window. (Check it.)
Check the door. (Again.)
Check the handle. (Pull it.)
One...
Two...
Three...
Still not sure.
(Chorus)
Maybe it's me... (Maybe it's me...)
Maybe it's not... (Maybe it's not...)
Maybe I'm losing my mind... (No you're not...)
Maybe I'm hearing footsteps...
After they've stopped.
Maybe I'm haunted.
Maybe I'm scarred.
Maybe I just remember...
Exactly who you are.
You can call me paranoid.
You can call me weak.
Fear remembers...
Even when I never speak.
Say I'm crazy.
Go ahead.
I'm still alive...
Inside my head.
(Verse 2)
That picture wasn't hanging there.
I'm sure.
I'm sure.
I'm—
...
Was it?
The cupboard door is open now.
I know I closed it.
Didn't I?
The cup was over by the sink.
Now it's here.
...
No.
Don't think.
Every answer splits in two.
One says "Nothing."
One says "You."
(Pre-Chorus)
Don't look back. (Look.)
Don't breathe. (Breathe.)
Don't move. (Freeze.)
Don't think. (Too late.)
(Chorus)
Maybe it's me... (Maybe it's me...)
Maybe it's not... (Maybe it's not...)
Maybe your ghost still knows this house.
Maybe it never walked back out.
Maybe I'm broken.
Maybe I'm numb.
Maybe survival...
Never really comes.
You say,
"You're imagining."
Then why...
Does every room still remember him?
(Bridge)
You stole ordinary.
You stole quiet.
You stole forgetting.
Now every knock...
Has your name.
Every hallway...
Feels the same.
Every stranger...
Makes me turn.
Every lesson...
Still burns.
(Music drops away.)
Was that the floor?
...
Or the stairs?
...
Or the gate?
...
Don't move.
...
Listen.
(Final Chorus)
Maybe it's me... (Maybe it's me...)
Maybe it's not... (Maybe it's not...)
Maybe I'll never stop checking locks.
Maybe healing...
Looks like this.
Maybe courage...
Isn't fearless.
Maybe courage...
Is opening the curtains.
Maybe courage...
Is breathing anyway.
Call me anything...
But don't tell me I'm imagining it.
I survived...
The part...
You never saw.
(Outro)
(Heartbeat slows.)
One lock. (Click.)
Two locks. (Click.)
Three locks. (Click.)
Still breathing.
Still here.
Still choosing...
To believe myself.
(Whisper)
I remember...
So I don't have to doubt myself anymore.
Beexii
