Changeling

(Verse 1)
I see unicorns in my closet and demons in the dark
Living on promises whispered, then swallowed by the silence 
There’s chaos in the cradle, there’s a palace made of scars
And I still hear slamming doors, I still hear slamming doors

(Pre-Chorus)
Who I was and who I’m supposed to be
Beauty’s an ambiguous thing to me

(Chorus)
Raised in a garden, told I’d be a princess
But I find my solace in the forest
I should be grateful, but I’m breaking under
The weight of belonging somewhere I’m just an afterthought 

So why do I feel guilty over things I can’t control?
Why do I grieve for a home full of bullet holes?
Everything always gets twisted in the end
How am I supposed to believe it won’t
When there’s demons in the darkness and unicorns in the closet 

(Verse 2)
There’s a crown in the corner collecting dust
And a mirror that never learned how to trust
I learned how to survive, not how to stay
I learned how to run, not how to pray

Every room had a different rule
Every love was conditional too
I made myself smaller, I learned how to bend
Just to feel like I mattered back then

(Pre-Chorus)
I tried to be holy, I tried to be strong
But I don’t know where I belong

(Chorus)
Raised in a garden, told I’d be a princess
But I find my solace in the Forrest 
I should be grateful, but I’m breaking under
The weight of belonging somewhere I’m just an afterthought 

So why do I feel guilty over things I can’t control?
Why do I grieve for a home full of bullet holes?
Everything always gets twisted in the end
How am I supposed to believe it won’t
When there’s demons in the darkness and unicorns in the closet

(Bridge)
If I’m both the wound and the healer
Both the sinner and the saint
Then maybe I don’t need permission
To take up space

Maybe I don’t have to choose
Between the wild and the safe
Maybe I was never broken
Just bending in the rain

(Final Chorus)
Raised in a garden, told I’d be a princess
But I was always made for more
I found my power in the quiet
And my name in the storm

So why do I feel guilty over things I can’t control?
Why do I grieve for a home full of bullet holes?

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