Shadow of Myself (Lars)

Born from a fucking accident, a glitch in the line,

Not the man she deserved, just a copy in time.

Every day that I breathed was a crime on my soul,

Every kiss, every touch just a lie I stole.

I was pulled from the fire, frozen flesh reborn,

Walking in the footsteps of a man long torn.

But when she looked in my eyes, I swore she could see,

Not the shadow I was, but the man I should be.

I loved her reckless, I loved her true,

Even knowing my body was borrowed, not new.

Every laugh that she gave me carved deeper scars,

A counterfeit heart under fucked-up stars.

I never told her the truth, couldn’t kill her smile,

So I played the part, held her hand for a while.

But the guilt in my chest kept chewing my bones,

I was living on lies in a place not my own.

I’m the shadow of myself, I was doomed from the start,

Loving her was my sin, tore the flesh from my heart.

Time’s cruel joke, can’t escape that toll,

So I burned in her name, just to keep her whole.

I built a home in the ruins, tried to give her my best,

But destiny whispered, “you’ll never find rest.”

I was never the future, just a fracture, a stain,

A ghost in the mirror with her love in my veins.

When the end came knocking, I didn’t resist,

I chose fire over heaven, chose the fall over bliss.

She begged me to stay, tears flooding the ground,

But a dead man’s echo can’t stick around.

So I laughed at the reaper, told him take me instead,

Better I disappear than see her blood spread.

If my life was a curse, then her love was the cure,

So I gave up my breath to make her tomorrow secure.

I’m the shadow of myself, I was doomed from the start,

Loving her was my sin, tore the flesh from my heart.

Time’s cruel joke, can’t escape that toll,

So I burned in her name, just to keep her whole.

I’m the ash on her lips, I’m the ghost in her bed,

I’m the lie that she kissed, I’m the tier that she shed.

No forgiveness for me, no redemption to claim,

Just a sacrifice written with blood in her name.

So if she smiles again, I’ll rot with pride,

Knowing I bled out love while I fucking died.

I was born as a copy, but I left as a man,

With a heart that was hers and a final stand.

Don’t tell me about fate, don’t preach about God,

I was cursed at creation, just a flawed fucking fraud.

But love don’t care if you’re broken, fake, or damned,

It’ll drive you to hell just to hold her hand.

And I did, I swear it, through the pain, through the lies,

Through the nights where the truth bled behind my eyes.

I was never her destiny, just a pitiful stand-in,

But I carved out a chapter where her light could win.

So when the fire consumed me, I didn’t scream or beg,

I just pictured her life moving on, no dread.

Let the flames take my body, let the timeline erase,

I died nameless, faceless, but with love in place.

I ain’t asking for mercy, I ain’t begging for peace,

I’m the fucked-up reminder that life’s lease can cease.

But if she breathes without pain, if she walks without chains,

Then my blood on the pavement ain’t spilled in vain.

I’m the shadow, the ghost, the echo, the fraud,

The one sacrifice carved by a merciless God.

I lived like a thief, but I died like a flame,

A man without title, without even a name.