08/2026

Lyrics

When I met you in your twenties,
you were already on the run,
caught between a loveless home
and a place in the sun you could scarcely reach.

We cared for one another and joined our paths,
saying, “Let us walk together for a while.”
You helped a working mother raise her child,
while I helped a homeless dreamer find an island.

We built ourselves a brand-new home,
but you brought someone along:
an unwelcome companion who remained concealed,
growing stronger all the while.

Month by month, he occupied more space,
until there was no room for two.
And after only a couple of years,
a canyon opened between me and you.

I pleaded with you to let him go,
but you held on as though he were a friend.
And our young child stood between us,
while peace came to an end.

I was your puppet, dancing on a string,
moving whenever your shadows sang.
And I became your mirror face,
showing you the man you wished to see.

The hero,
the saviour,
the admirable man —
while I concealed what was happening to me.

I was your mirror face,
your polished disguise.
You looked at me
and trusted your own eyes.

The years passed, and every now and then
you gave me reason to believe
that somewhere beneath it all
there remained a life we could reclaim.

But first you had to reach rock bottom,
the lowest point you had ever known,
before you finally cast your companion out
and attempted to build another home.

You promised us better days
and worked diligently to make them real.
I remained cautious and watched the doors,
afraid your former companion might return.

From the outside, we had won the race,
or at least that was how it appeared.
I worked relentlessly, you managed the home,
and we seemed to be living someone’s dream.

You were proud,
I allowed you to lead,
I allowed you to set the pace.
But somewhere along the way, I disappeared
behind your mirror face.

I was your puppet, dancing on a string,
moving whenever your moods would change.
And I became your mirror face,
showing you the man you wished to see.

The hero,
the saviour,
the admirable man —
while I concealed what was happening to me.

I was your mirror face,
your polished disguise.
You looked at me
and trusted your own eyes.

We played that game for many years,
until one day I finally understood:
you were no longer pretending —
you believed the reflection I had given you.

You were the saviour.
You were the virtuous one.
You were the man who made things right.
And somehow I had become invisible,
a shadow standing beyond your light.

So I resolved to correct the mistake,
even knowing what it might cost.
There was only one way to leave the game:

So I resolved to correct the mistake,
even knowing what it might cost.
There was only one way to leave the game:

I broke the mirror.

Sometimes I wonder
whether we would be happier today
if I had continued playing the old game,
keeping the difficult truth concealed.

Perhaps there would be fewer dirty dishes,
perhaps fewer matters we would have to address.
Perhaps everything would still appear perfect
if I had continued wearing my mirror face.

But what kind of love can survive
when one person must disappear?
What kind of peace can be established
by never revealing fear?

I could preserve your reflection
or finally preserve myself.

So I placed the mirror
back upon the shelf.

I am not your puppet dancing on a string,
I no longer move when your shadows sing.
And I will not be your mirror face,
showing you the man you need to see.

No hero,
no saviour,
no admirable man
has the right to ask me not to be myself.

I am not your mirror face,
I am looking through my own eyes.
And if the truth destroys everything,
then let it destroy the lies.

I am not your mirror face.
I am not your alibi.

You may finally look into the glass —

without me standing inside.

We might have been happier
if we had continued playing the game.

But I would have lost myself
merely to protect your name.

So if breaking the mirror
is the price of freedom…

Let it break.

Let it break.

Let it break.

08/2026

Lyrics


Weeks ago I wrote a letter,
thought I’d better let it wait.
Words that had been growing in me,
words that finally named our fate.

I wrote: what we called a love
was sympathy dressed up as more.
We were walking toward the same horizon,
but never from the same inner shore.

You knew the part of me that reasoned,
the one who measured every move.
But there’s another side I kept in silence —
the one that feels before it proves.

And now I want to trust it,
let intuition lead the way.
But there’s one unfinished story
I still carry every day.

There’s still a letter in the pipeline,
a letter I carry with me.
I’ve got to stop this tactical game
if I ever want my mind set free.

As long as that letter stays with me,
I question everything I see.
Every word, every sign, every possibility —
overthinking everything in me.

Can people really change their minds,
or only change the face they show?
Can fear of losing what they have
make them become someone we don’t know?

And when the danger disappears,
when the pressure fades away,
will all the old reactions
and familiar phrases come back one day?

I watch the present, search the past,
trying to separate the true
from promises born out of fear
of what you thought that you might lose.

There’s still a letter in the pipeline,
a letter I carry with me.
I’ve got to stop this tactical game
if I ever want my mind set free.

As long as that letter stays with me,
I question everything I see.
Every word, every sign, every possibility —
overthinking everything in me.

I searched for reasons we went wrong,
for patterns hidden through the years.
And suddenly I saw a thread
running quietly through my fears.

Men who learned to stand without
a father showing them the way,
trying to build a family
with no map for what to say.

You tried to be the man in charge,
believing strength meant standing alone.
You thought deciding meant commanding,
that love could live beneath control.

But I don’t want to fight for power,
and I don’t want to disappear.
I want a life where both can breathe,
where neither one must live in fear.

Maybe people really change.
Maybe sometimes they truly do.
But I can’t build another lifetime
on waiting to find out what’s true.

I’ve spent too long predicting,
calculating every move.
There comes a point when thinking
is just another way to lose.

There’s still a letter in the pipeline —
but not for very long.
I’ve carried it through every doubt,
through every right and wrong.

No more tactical games now,
no more trying to foresee.
No more turning every question
over endlessly in me.

No more overthinking.
No more time to lose.
No more tactical games.
There’s nothing left to choose.

The decision has been taken.
I know what I must do.

The letter leaves the pipeline.

I’m delivering it to you.

08/2026

Lyrics

I lie awake in the dead of night
Watching old memories flicker in my eyes
I go back to where we lost our way
Then lock the darkest details away

While you gave your companion a home
I made excuses for you
It wasn’t really you who hurt me
It was his influence coming through

I defended you, protected you, believed the good beneath your skin
But every reason I made for you was one more way to let you in
Broken heart, broken trust, once it’s gone it’s gone for good
You can say you’re sorry, but sorry can’t rebuild what stood
I can’t forgive, but I won’t forget when you bring it back up everyday
Broken heart, broken trust, I’m done believing what you say

Years went by then you made him leave
But the old patterns reappeared at last
I saw what I wouldn’t see
He only strengthened what was already here
No one was left to blame it on
No shadow waiting at the door
No more excuses left to make
This was yours at the core

I defended you, protected you, but now the truth is standing clear
What I blamed on his influence had always lived inside you dear
Broken heart, broken trust, once it’s gone it’s gone for good
You can say you’re sorry, but sorry can’t rebuild what stood
I can’t forgive, but I won’t forget when you bring it back up everyday
Broken heart, broken trust, I’m done believing what you say

You wear two faces depending who’s near
Calm and easy-going, smoothing the air
But behind closed doors the mask falls away
You take control and dictate everyday
To the outside world you’re patient and kind
The voice of reason, balanced and refined
But inside our walls you command and control
Turning every compromise into your role

You tell me I never admit when I’m wrong
That I never give in, that I’m always too strong
That you have given in so many times
That you wanted nothing here, no horses, no dog, no cats
Only peace of mind
You tell me I don’t know what together means
That I’m nasty, so nasty, everyone can see
That I don’t understand how people work
That I’m antisocial, that’s why I have no one but you

Everyone leaves me more alone
Everyone makes those a silent scream
So tell me, if I’m so nasty, cold and hard to love
If I’m the reason everything went wrong
Why did you stay here all these years
Why did you keep holding on
What comfort could you not let go

Broken heart, broken trust, once it’s gone it’s gone for good
You can say you’re sorry, but sorry can’t rebuild what stood
I can’t forgive, but I won’t forget when you bring it back up everyday
Broken heart, broken trust, now I’m walking out
I won’t be made to stay
If I’m so nasty, cold and hard to love
Why didn’t you finally walk away
What comfort could you not let go
I must I be the one to choose the death
Why did you stay
Why did you stay
I must I be the one who walks away

09/2026

Lyrics

I knew your mood before you spoke,
Your footsteps made me freeze.
I weighed each word before it left,
Still trying to keep the peace.
Around the table, I would smile,
Pretend that we were fine.
Afraid you’d turn against me
With all the world in line.

I held our world from falling,
For our strange family.
You made your anger my mistake,
Then called it honesty.

Toxic frame, toxic frame,
You bent the truth and called my name.
I walked on eggshells, took the blame,
But I won’t disappear again.
Toxic frame, toxic frame,
You don’t get to define my pain.
I’m breaking out, I’m breaking free,
You don’t get to make me me.

Your anger followed me to work,
You wouldn’t end the call.
Your needs could fill up every room;
Mine barely spoke at all.
You left without a warning;
I stayed to see us through.
Then called me selfish when I asked
For something for me too.

You called it “sharing everything,”
Our money intertwined.
Each tie that held our lives as one
Left less freedom in mine.

Toxic frame, toxic frame,
You bent the truth and called my name.
I walked on eggshells, took the blame,
But I won’t disappear again.
Toxic frame, toxic frame,
You don’t get to define my pain.
I’m breaking out, I’m breaking free,
You don’t get to make me me.

We built a life with both our hands;
You claimed it as your own.
Our money tied us tighter
While I felt more alone.
You raised your voice for all to hear,
Then said that I was cruel.
Each time I tried to speak my truth,
You changed another rule.

Now that I’ve made up my mind to leave,
You say you see your wrongs.
The words I waited years to hear
Come when I’m moving on.
“At first I didn’t want us to begin,
Now I don’t want us to end.”
But I can’t stay because you’re scared
To let me go again.

You said, “Nobody stands with you.”
You said, “Look what you’ve done.”
I started doubting what I knew
Before the fight begun.

Ten years of words upon a page—
I see the pattern now:
The threats, the shame, the blame I took,
The ways I backed back down.

I don’t need your permission.
I don’t need you to agree.
I can stop explaining wounds
You never chose to see.

I will not lock my heart away,
But I’ll choose who holds the key.
I want to speak without the fear
Of what comes back at me.

Toxic frame, toxic frame,
You bent my life and called it blame.
I walked on eggshells, wore your shame,
But I won’t disappear again.
Toxic frame, toxic frame,
You don’t get to define my name.
I’m breaking out, I’m breaking free,
You don’t get to make me me.
Toxic frame, toxic frame,
The walls are falling, hear me say:
I’m taking back the life I bent—
You don’t get to hold me in.

Let every unfinished argument
Stay unfinished tonight.
I don’t need the final word;
I need to live my life.

09/2026

Lyrics

I think we need to have that talk
we’ve put off all these years.
You wanted words, I kept resisting,
afraid of what we’d hear.

We learned to see the world apart,
almost opposite in kind.
Each time we met somewhere between us,
we left a piece behind.

You bend a little towards my world,
I bend a little towards you.
We meet halfway, but neither of us
feels completely true.

And I don’t blame you,
I don’t blame me.
Some things change
before we see.

Twenty-nine years of reason,
twenty-nine years holding on,
building walls against the weather,
building somewhere to belong.

We made a home, we made a future,
made so many good things real.
But somewhere underneath it all,
I lost the way I feel.

Twenty-nine years of reason —
now my heart is calling me.
I won’t throw away our history,
but I need to be set free.

There were valleys, there were highlands,
there was laughter, there were scars.
Love and duty kept us moving,
carried us this far.

We wanted safety for our family,
something solid, something sure.
We watched our daughter find her pathway,
watched the things we planted grow.

But love needs more than shared ambition,
more than plans that turn out right.
It needs a place to lower your guard,
someone beside you through the night.

And maybe trust was always
the hardest thing for me.
But I gave it from the start,
but our first years held on too deep.

Twenty-nine years of reason,
twenty-nine years holding on,
building walls against the weather,
building somewhere to belong.

We made a home, we made a future,
made so many good things real.
But somewhere underneath it all,
I lost the way I feel.

Twenty-nine years of reason —
now my heart is calling me.
I won’t throw away our history,
but I need to be set free.

For years there’s been an empty room
we both refused to see.
Not filled with anger, not with hatred —
just what you couldn’t find in me.

And what I couldn’t find in you
was never yours to give.
We asked for things the other couldn’t
always know how to give.

You found someone who gives you something
I may never have been able to.
Someone from my distant past
reminded me what feeling could do.

Then I heard a quiet voice
I’d buried deep inside:
“You haven’t got forever.
It’s still your life — so live your life.”

What if this is not an ending?
What if we can change the shape?
Keep the parts that still connect us,
let the painful pieces fade.

We don’t have to choose destruction,
we don’t have to choose a lie.
We can loosen what has bound us
without tearing all apart.

Keep the friendship, keep the memories,
keep the things we still do well.
Give each other room to breathe now,
room for truths we couldn’t tell.

Breakdown
No villain.
No victim.
No winner.
No blame.

Just two people
who walked together
and changed along the way.

Twenty-nine years of reason,
twenty-nine years side by side.
We built a life worth remembering —
I will never cast it aside.

But I found the part I’d buried,
and she is asking now to breathe.
I can’t ask her to stay silent
just because I’m scared to leave.

Twenty-nine years of reason —
maybe now it’s time to feel.
Not to erase the road behind us,
but to make the next step real.

So let’s have that conversation.
No accusations, no defence.
Maybe love can change its language
without losing what it meant.

We don’t have to lose each other
just because our paths divide.
Some things we can bring to closure.
Some things we can keep alive.

Some things
I’d still like to share
with you.