Museum Ofaudio - Museum of my Life (Official Audio)

“Museum of my Life” by Museum Ofaudio. Written, performed, and produced by Museum Ofaudio. © 2026 Museum Ofaudio. All Rights Reserved. Lyrics: I got a hundred thoughts and they all talking, Wish I could shut 'em off, but they keep knocking, I just hit thirty now, where did the years go, Still see the younger me staring through the window, Two different homes, two different ways, Learned how to read a room before I learned my place, Grew up thinking men don't bend, men provide, So I got real good at keeping everything inside, Had everything I needed, still something felt strange, Like everybody knew me, but nobody knew my brain, I learned how to smile when the room got tense, Learned how to build me a really tall fence, Now I got a wife, got kids calling me Dad, And sometimes I catch myself becoming what I had, Then I stop, look around, thank God I'm alive, Funny how you gotta lose yourself to learn your life, I got some things that I don't always show, A million little rooms that nobody knows, So I open every door when I get on the mic, Welcome to the museum of my life, The museum of my life, I'm still paranoid, I still overthink, Still stare at the ceiling when I oughta sleep, I spent years trying to figure out who I was, Found a thousand answers, none were enough, I wore anger like armor, thought hatred was strength, Thought being hard meant I'd never have to bend, I was so damn sure that I knew what was right, Till the Man I called weak went and changed my whole life, Now I worship a jew, yeah, imagine that twist, Old me would've hated the man that exists, That's why I got patience when somebody gets lost, 'Cause somebody had patience when I wasn't worth much, And I still got shadows that follow me home, Old voices sometimes sound just like my own, But they don't get the keys, they don't get my life, They're just empty little exhibits I leave behind, I got some things that I don't always show, A million little rooms that nobody knows, So I open every door when I get on the mic, Welcome to the museum of my life, The museum of my life, I drive all day with these songs in my head, Thinking 'bout the things that I did and I said, Thinking 'bout my children asleep down the hall, How they don't need a perfect dad, just one who won't fall, Back into the patterns that I learned as a kid, I can't change what I saw, I can change what I give, And my wife knows the parts that I still wanna hide, She can read every silence I bury inside, I make songs for the nights when I'm questioning me, For the kid I was then and the man I could be, Maybe nobody hears 'em, maybe nobody cares, Maybe one person does and realizes they're there, I don't need to be famous, don't need to be known, I just need every word to be something I own, If tomorrow it ends and they ask what was mine, Point 'em toward the music, I left me inside, I got some things that I don't always show, A million little rooms that nobody knows, So I open every door when I get on the mic, Welcome to the museum of my life, The museum of my life, To my life, to my life, Every room, every night, Every wrong, every right, Welcome to the museum, Museum of my life.