I hear you
Sinful Confession[Verse 1]
The wallpaper learned your names before I did.
Every silence grew another mouth to feed.
The house kept breathing long after you stopped,
So I answered every whisper that it dropped.
I counted mornings by the cracks above,
Not by the sun, not by the shape of love.
The bitter taste of every meal remained,
Like every bite remembered what became.
The air grew heavy, sweet, then wrong somehow.
I barely noticed... I don't notice now.
The stains beneath my feet became the floor.
I stopped asking what they were anymore.
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[Pre-Chorus]
You laughed...
Or maybe I laughed twice.
One voice...
Split into five.
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[Chorus]
I hear you.
Every room repeats your name.
I hear you.
Even silence sounds the same.
Tell me—
Is this madness?
Or the only way to stay alive?
If I stop answering your voices...
Will I disappear this time?
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[Verse 2]
Dinner conversations never really end.
I know exactly how each one of you would answer.
Questions leave my mouth...
Replies return...
Wearing voices that belong to someone else.
The walls know every joke before it's told.
They smile back through peeling shades of old.
Sometimes I swear your fingers brush my sleeve...
Sometimes...
I think it's only me.
The clock forgot the meaning of its hands.
Sleep and waking blur like grains of sand.
I close my eyes...
The hallway stays.
I open them...
Nothing has changed.
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[Breakdown]
If this is wrong...
Why does it feel so ordinary?
If you're all gone...
Why does the house still answer me?
I'm trying—
I'm trying—
I'm trying to remember...
Was there ever
A version of me
That didn't need your voices
Just to breathe?
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[Bridge]
The smell faded.
Or maybe I did.
The horror faded.
Or maybe it hid.
Numbness fits
Like skin I never chose.
Somewhere inside me,
Something still knows.
Something still screams.
Something still waits
For a door
That never opens.
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[Final Chorus]
I hear you...
Don't leave yet.
Please don't become
Another silent room.
I hear you...
Or maybe
I'm only hearing
Pieces of myself
Breaking into you.
Tell me—
Which one is real?
The boy who stayed...
Or the ghost
Who learned
To call this home?
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[Outro]
I hear you.
I always will.
Even if
The house is empty...
Someone...
Still answers.