villain with my name | i let everyone think it was them but it was me | my inner war | original song

lyrics: I’ve been fighting an invisible war, carved deep inside my chest— Acting like my feelings died, though they poison every breath. Love feels like a myth, something I was never meant to claim; All I’ve ever learned to do is bleed and turn affection into pain. They call me cold, they call me distant, say I never let them in, So I dressed my wounds in anger, wore resentment on my skin. It’s easier to hide behind the bitterness I made, Safer staying inconsistent than admitting I’m afraid. I let them paint me as the villain in the stories that they write, Pretending I’m unbothered while my soul keeps losing fights. But the truth I never face—the truth that weighs inside my heart— Is I built this shield of armor ‘cause I’m scared I’ll fall apart. I’m scared to open up, scared to let somebody in, So I learned to go distant, hiding safely in my skin. I’d rather play the villain in the corners of their eyes, ‘Cause every time I trust someone, my heart begins to cry. It’s easier to blame them for the way I come undone, Easier to point the finger than admit I’m the one. I let people see indifference just to hide what I had felt, Blaming them for every bruise when I inflicted them myself. I took their hurt like ammunition, used it in my toxic plea, Pretending they were killing me while I was my own enemy. Found comfort in the chaos, in a role I knew too well— Pointing fingers at the world while I sank deeper into hell. It was easier to let the story cast them as the one to blame, Than confront the truth that all my ruins echoed with my name. They thought I was the villain in the memories they keep, Unbothered by the darkness they would paint around my feet. But the one who wrecks my quiet is the one who shares my face— The one I never want to name, the one I always try to chase. I was fine being the monster they remember when I'm gone, But I can’t outrun the truth I’ve carried, quietly, so long: All the hurt I hurled at others was a mirror turned on me— A battlefield of shadows where I never found release. And now I see the damage wasn’t born from what they’d done… It rose from what I never faced, from all the things I tried to run. They thought I was the villain in the stories they would tell, But the only one who caged me was the one beneath my shell. I was fine being the monster in the memories they’ve known— But I was never meant to be The villain in my own.