Storm In My Skin

[Verse 1]
They said my name
In that white room
Every clock hand
Pointing at you
Plastic chairs
Coffee gone cold
Trying to laugh
So I don't fold
[Chorus]
How do I keep standing in this storm
When every wave is another form
Another scan
Another scar on my skin
I beat it once
It crawled back in
I'm so tired I can't pretend
But I am not done yet
I am not done yet
[Verse 2]
Three months clear
We bought balloons
Took the tape
Off the spare room
Then a call
In the checkout line
All those words
Back in my spine
[Chorus]
How do I keep standing in this storm
When every wave is another form
Another scan
Another scar on my skin
I beat it once
It crawled back in
I'm so tired I can't pretend
But I am not done yet
I am not done yet
[Bridge]
Some days winning means
Just getting dressed
Texting back
Taking one breath
If all I lift
Is this heavy head
That's still a fight
That's what you said (yeah)
[Chorus]
So I will keep standing in this storm
Let it rage
Let it twist and swarm
Every tear is just proof that I'm here
Terrified
But I won't disappear
I'm so tired
But I won't bend
'Cause I am not done yet
I am not done yet

Intimate acoustic ballad with male or female vocals, close-mic'd guitar and soft piano chords. Verses stay hushed and fragile, almost whisper-sung; chorus rises with subtle strings and low toms for weight. Final chorus adds airy harmonies and a slight lift in tempo, then drops to a single voice and guitar on the last line for a raw, unfinished ache.