Still here

[Verse 1]
Yeah I don’t need to hide my scars
Learned to leave my pride in the car
Used to fake a laugh on the way home
Now I only carry what I own
Long nights on the mattress
Staring at the ceiling fan
Wonder if the past still has me
Or if I’m finally who I am
[Chorus]
I’m done pretending that I’m fine
Choking on the scripted lines
If it hurts
Then let it hurt
If it burns
I’ll know my worth
I’m not folding for their plans
Not erasing where I stand
Every crack across my hands
That’s my proof I’m still here
Still here
[Verse 2]
Phone full of names I never call
Ghosts that only text when I fall
Used to chase a place at their table
Now I eat alone and feel stable
Little rituals in the silence
Pour a drink
Then pour it out
Say a prayer into the quiet
Try to learn a softer doubt
[Chorus]
I’m done pretending that I’m fine
Choking on the scripted lines
If it hurts
Then let it hurt
If it burns
I’ll know my worth
I’m not folding for their plans
Not erasing where I stand
Every crack across my hands
That’s my proof I’m still here
Still here

Rap hybrid, rap, trap2000s hip, hip hop, trap, fife and drum, baroque violin