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?