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© 2025 - Mr. Villain (MRMS)

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Sometimes I wonder (I wonder)

how I ended up here… (up here)

how a simple road

turned into so many years.

I spent so much time chasing echoes (echoes)

hoping someone would hear my voice (my voice)

looking for a little recognition

like it somehow proved my choice.

Maybe we all want the same thing (same thing)

to be seen… to be understood (understood)

to feel that what we created

somehow mattered… somehow stood.

But sometimes the silence answers (answers)

louder than the crowd (the crowd)

and you start asking questions

you never said out loud (out loud).

Maybe I disappointed someone (someone)

maybe I lost my way (my way)

I was never meant to be perfect

I just walked day by day (day by day).

This road somehow brought me here (right here)

through every doubt I knew (I knew)

and now I choose the path ahead

and what I’m going to do (to do).

I’ve seen many people arriving (arriving)

with hope inside their eyes (their eyes)

believing they found a place

where their voice could rise.

And I’ve seen the same people leaving (leaving)

when the dream fades away (away)

when the applause disappears

and the silence stays (it stays).

And I’ve been through those moments (those moments)

more times than I can say (can say)

wondering if all this time

just slowly slipped away (away).

Maybe I disappointed someone (someone)

maybe I made mistakes (mistakes)

maybe I chased illusions

that reality breaks (it breaks).

But this road somehow brought me here (right here)

and I finally understand (understand)

the future isn’t written yet

it’s still in my own hands (my hands).

Maybe I disappointed someone (someone)

maybe I fell too many times (many times)

I was never meant to be perfect

just a soul chasing signs (the signs).

I walked the road that brought me here (right here)

through every doubt and fear (and fear)

and now I choose the path ahead

the one that feels most clear (so clear).

Maybe I disappointed someone (someone)

maybe I tried too hard (too hard)

maybe I was just looking

for a place to leave my mark (my mark).

But this road somehow brought me here (right here)

and now I finally see (I see)

the next chapter of my story

still belongs to me (to me).

I’m not saying goodbye… (goodbye)

because who knows where I’ll be (I’ll be)

I’m just turning the page

of a story

still writing me (writing me).