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The Past Still Had My Voice
Song Information
A voice I left behind, still calling through the dark.
- Producer
- DJ Andy'K
- BPM
- 132
- Key
- A# minor
- Chord Progression
- A#m – G# – D#m – F#
- Duration
- 4:47
- Release Date
- 2026-07-10
Lyrics
I did not open the door
to go back inside.
I only came to listen
to what I left behind.
The past still had my voice.
I came to take it back.
There were years I never answered,
stacked like boxes in the dark.
I kept walking past the places
where my name had left a mark.
Not because I forgot them.
Not because I was free.
But some rooms keep speaking
with a younger sound of me.
I won't ask the past for mercy.
I won't ask it to explain.
I only need the part of me
that learned to speak through pain.
The past still had my voice,
so I came to take it back.
Not the years, not the reason,
not the road that turned to black.
The past still had my voice,
but it does not own me now.
I can hear the boy I was,
without becoming him somehow.
Still had my voice…
take it back…
I can hear him…
not become him…
I found words under the silence
that I never got to say.
They were not asking for forever.
They were only asking for a day.
Some apologies were empty.
Some goodbyes arrived too late.
Some memories kept knocking
after I stopped calling it fate.
I won't rewrite what happened.
I won't clean the damage white.
But I can take my voice back
from the mouth of that night.
The past still had my voice,
so I came to take it back.
Not the years, not the reason,
not the road that turned to black.
The past still had my voice,
but it does not own me now.
I can hear the boy I was,
without becoming him somehow.
I am not here to forgive it
just because time moved on.
I am not here to bless the place
where I once disappeared from.
But if the past still speaks with me,
let it speak one final time.
Then I will leave with my own voice
and no longer call it mine.
The past still had my voice,
so I came to take it back.
Not the years, not the reason,
not the road that turned to black.
The past still had my voice,
but it does not own me now.
I can hear the boy I was,
without becoming him somehow.
I did not open the door
to go back inside.
The past still had my voice.
Now it doesn't.