Rylo

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I’m a missing person, I disappeared inside my skin, Mirror looking back confused like, “Who let this stranger in?” My soul got repossessed—I missed too many payments to my peace, My smile been on a lease, every laugh come with a fee. I’m carrying my past like a backpack full of bricks, Trying to outrun myself… but my shadow never quits. [Verse 1] My heart a pawn shop—I traded pieces just to make it through the week, Now my chest echo like a house I still hea it stretceh they stripped of everything but grief. Pain tailor-made, every scar fit me like designer clothes, I learned some flowers only bloom where the darkest shows My trust got burglar bars, I don’t even let hope inside, Dreams got hit-and-run… they left ambition traumatized. I’m reading old messages like autopsies on relationships, Every “I got you” turned into another sinking ship. I wore loyalty like armor—they treated it like target practice, Now forgiveness got a limp from walking through my past with crutches. My tears learned camouflage—they dress up looking like rain, So nobody notice storms be falling right behind my face. [Verse 2] My conscience and my pride been boxing twelve rounds every night, The referee is silence—he don’t never stop the fight. I’m a lighthouse with no bulb, still trying to save somebody else, Hard to throw a life jacket when you the one that need the help. My memories boomerangs—they always find a way returning, Regret a cigarette… it leave my future slowly burning. My soul got low battery, I been searching for a charge, Trying to park my past forever, but the lot ain’t big enough. I’m handwriting prayers because my voice been out of service, Even angels miss my calls when my faith get nervous. Lost myself so many times, I know every wrong direction, Now I’m building somebody new from the pieces of my reflection. [Outro] If you ever see the old me… don’t tell him to come back. He carried too much weight. The version I’m becoming finally knows that broken things can still point north.