Lyrics

[Hook 1]
You don’t look at me the same, I feel like a stranger.
Built your world on my back, now I carry the anger.
Still your son — but I sleep like a guest,
In a house with no love, only silence and stress.

[Verse 1]
I gave my time, gave my soul, gave my pay,
Tried to be the reason y’all could breathe okay.
You say nothing’s wrong, but the cold says it loud,
I’m invisible now — but I still make you proud?

You ask for the money, but never ask how I feel,
Treat me like a wallet, not a wound that won’t heal.
I'm the backup plan, the silent supply,
But I still call you Mom, even when I cry.

Dad don’t see me — just sees what I cost,
Took me from the place where I wasn’t so lost.
Where I laughed, where I lived, where I learned to be free,
Now I’m stuck in these walls where I barely can breathe.

[Hook 2 – Variante]
How do you sleep while I break in your care?
Do you feel proud when I’m gasping for air?
Still your son — but I’m fading away,
Just a ghost in your house, just a bill you delay.

[Verse 2]
I don’t hate you, I swear, I still carry that love,
But it’s bruised and it bleeds and it’s not enough.
I watched you ignore me, like pain ain't real,
Like my silence is easy — like I’m hard to feel.

I ate every insult, swallowed the burn,
Waited for a hug that would never return.
I begged with my eyes, but you looked right through,
Now I’m breaking in pieces you never knew.

But I keep on going, still hold on tight,
Still wish you’d see me just one damn night.
You made me strong, yeah — but look what it cost:
A boy turned to stone so he won’t feel lost.

[Hook 3 – Final Chorus, emotionaler Höhepunkt]
If I scream, would you hear? If I left, would you care?
Am I more than a paycheck, more than despair?
Still your son — even if you forget,
Still the child you raised, still drowning in debt.

[Bridge]
I don’t need your pity, don’t need your tears,
I needed your presence all these years.
But now I’m my own, I’ll learn to survive,
But damn — it hurts to grow up just to feel not alive.

[Outro – ruhig, fast geflüstert]
I still call you Mom.
I still call you Dad.
Even when it hurts.
Even when it’s sad.
I’m still your son.
But I’m learning to be… my own.