MY PRINTS ON IT

MY PRINTS ON IT [Intro — sparse, restrained] Every ending had a different face, Same slammed door, same empty place. I kept callin’ it a curse I couldn’t stop, Then I saw my fingerprints on every lock. [Chorus — melodic, full delivery] I blamed you, blamed God, blamed timing, Blamed bad luck, never my lying. Same old wound, new name beside it, Lost everybody, then got quiet. Looked in tha mirror, couldn’t dodge it, Every dead end had my prints on it. I kept sayin’ love was tha problem— Truth hit hard: I was tha problem. [Verse 1 — controlled, gradually intensifying] I kept one foot outside every promise, When you stepped back, I called you dishonest. I kept your mistakes filed under my tongue, Mine disappeared when tha morning would come. Read every pause as a threat in disguise, Kept my screen dark while demanding your side. Told everybody you changed, left out why, Left out tha nights I made peace feel like lies. You brought me peace, I mistook it for boredom, I chased tha chaos, then begged you to cure it. You said, “I can’t bleed just to prove that I care,” I heard, “I’m leaving,” then poisoned tha air. I found old texts from tha ones before you— Same accusations, same shit I put you through. Different face, same fight, same slammed door, I was tha one thing they all had in common. [Pre-Chorus — instrumentation pulls back] When tha room went still, I heard it, No more names left I could call. Every road kept bending backward To tha hands that built tha wall. [Chorus — stronger, less defensive] I blamed you, blamed God, blamed timing, Blamed bad luck, never my lying. Same old wound, new name beside it, Lost everybody, then got quiet. Looked in tha mirror, couldn’t dodge it, Every dead end had my prints on it. I kept sayin’ love was tha problem— Truth hit hard: I was tha problem. [Verse 2 — direct, remorseful] Now I sit with tha shame when tha room goes still, No bottle, no blame—let it say what it will. Sorry ain’t a key to tha lock I broke, Tears ain’t change if I repeat what I know. I call my mother, give tha whole truth straight, No cleaned-up version where I look betrayed. I tell my friends, “Don’t co-sign my defense,” Need ’em to check me when I lose my sense. I won’t ask you back—that would make this ’bout me, You paid for wounds you never put inside me. Can’t make you pay for what happened before, Then call you cruel when you head for tha door. I gotta hear “no” without making it war, Let silence stay silence, not proof of a plot. If love comes again, I won’t meet it with traps, No phone in my hand, no old ghosts in my lap. I can’t fix tha nights that I twisted your words, But I can stop making my healing your work. [Bridge — stripped-back confession] Pain explains me; it don’t clear me. Fear can speak, but I still choose. I can name tha wound that shaped me Without handing it to you. I kept wearing hurt like armor Till tha armor cut us both. Now I’m learning being honest Means admitting what I broke. [Final Chorus — full, anthemic] I blamed you, blamed God, blamed timing, Blamed bad luck, never my lying. Same old wound, new name beside it, Lost everybody, then got quiet. Looked in tha mirror, couldn’t dodge it, Every dead end had my prints on it. I kept sayin’ love was tha problem— Truth hit hard: I was tha problem. [Outro — instruments fading] I was tha problem; I can say it now. Truth don’t rebuild what I burned to tha ground. I can’t change then, but I can change what comes. I was tha problem—I won’t stay as one.