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Like Him 1

Indie Rock,both vocals

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[2-line Intro]
I keep getting told who I am, like I missed the casting call.
Guess I’m just my father’s echo—didn’t ask to be at all.
[Verse 1]
I got his attitude, I got his name,
I also got his temper, ain’t that a shame?
They say “you’re acting just like him,”
Then walk away when I cave in.
[Verse 2]
Family dinners feel like crime scenes,
Every smile’s stitched at the seams.
Forks click loud, like they’re scared to speak,
I swear the air gets worse each damn week.
[2-line Drop]
Wish someone sent me a script for this play,
'Cause I’m improv’ing pain every goddamn day.
[Chorus/Main]
And I don’t know where I fit,
In a house that’s built from silence and spit.
If I’m so much like him, then why do I choke,
On the words he never spoke?
Strumming chords to drown my head,
Tuning out what my bloodline said.
If I’m broken, then he’s the mold—
I’m too young to feel this old.
[Verse 3]
I laugh too loud, then crash too fast,
Feel like a glitch from a haunted past.
Dad said men don’t cry, guess I’m a fraud—
I write songs cause silence feels odd .
[Verse 4]
They tell me “music’s just a phase,”
Yeah? So is being sane these days.
I’m fine, I’m fine—just leave me be,
Wait, stay a second… no—actually, flee.
[New Sarcastic Verse]
“Do this, do that,” — oh, sure, I’m the guy!
Need a shrink? A clown? I’m your supply.
You break, I fix — then I break too,
But when I glitch? They act brand new.
“Just calm down,” oh wow, never thought of that!
Let me stitch your mess while I bleed where I sat.
[2-line Drop]
They paint my guilt with his old shade,
But I’ve bled enough to not be remade.
[Chorus/Main]
And I don’t know where I fit,
In a house that’s built from silence and spit.
If I’m so much like him, then why do I choke,
On the words he never spoke?
Strumming chords to drown my head,
Tuning out what my bloodline said.
If I’m broken, then he’s the mold—
I’m too young to feel this old.
[Bridge]
Sometimes I talk to the mirror like it’s dad,
Sometimes I laugh, then hate that I’m mad.
Sometimes I think… maybe he’s all I ever had.
but i just need soemone who would understand
that i am ethan , not just some unknown man !
[3-line Fade]
Isn't it tragic? I became a ghost,
In a home full of names I fear the most.
but I still write songs — I still get close.
[Ending]
Look, I'm tired of echoes and empty names,
wanna be me, not just a face in the flames.
Can someone hear the real me through all these games?