I’m standing somewhere between who I was

I’m standing somewhere between who I was and the version of me I don’t know yet. Same streets, same lights, but it all feels off, like I’m moving forward without a clear step. Too much to leave, too familiar to run, too new to call it a place I belong. I’m not looking back, I’m not fully gone, just learning how to move along. Pre-Chorus I still carry moments under my skin, they don’t make a sound, but they pull me in. Chorus These are memories that stay quiet, never loud, but they mean the most. Words we never tried to say still echo close. I’m living between two seasons of life, where nothing ends, but nothing starts right. Verse 2 We had sentences stuck on the tip of our tongues, silence felt safer than being real. Now they visit me late when the day is done, thoughts I never got to feel out loud. I wonder sometimes if you still know the things we chose not to share. Maybe some truths are better left slow, hanging gently in the air. Bridge (optional) Not every feeling needs a name, not every story needs a sound. Some things stay light when they stay the same, some meaning lives in what we leave out. Final Chorus (soft) These are memories that stay quiet, but time can’t wash them away. Unspoken words keep writing everything we never say. I’m standing between two chapters now, learning that it’s okay somehow.