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Lyrics
[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
I used to spell my name with my scars
Every story started from the darkest part
Every mirror showed what I went through
Never what I could step into
I wore hurt like a jacket in June
Thought the storm was the whole monsoon
But the clouds cracked open in time
Found a bigger sky behind my mind
[Chorus]
I am larger than the wound that cut me
Bigger than the pain that tried to judge me
I am not my trauma
I’m the one who walked straight through the drama
I am more than every broken chapter
More than every echo, every fracture
I am not my past life, not my chains
I’m the one who rose up from the flames (yeah)
[Verse 2]
They tried to tell me “that’s who you are”
Point at every bruise, every hidden scar
But a bruise fades out, and a bone grows strong
And a heart beats loud when it knows it belongs
I learned to sit with the shaking hands
Turn panic into planted stands
Turn “why me?” into “watch me grow”
Turn “I’m stuck” into “I let go”
[Chorus]
I am larger than the wound that cut me
Bigger than the pain that tried to judge me
I am not my trauma
I’m the one who walked straight through the drama
I am more than every broken chapter
More than every echo, every fracture
I am not my past life, not my chains
I’m the one who rose up from the flames (oh yeah)
[Bridge]
Scars are proof that the story moved on
They don’t own this body I’m on
Every step, every breath, every dawn
Writes my name on a world that goes on and on
[Chorus]
I am larger than the wound that cut me
Bigger than the pain that tried to judge me
I am not my trauma
I’m the one who walked straight through the drama
I am more than every broken chapter
More than every echo, every fracture
I am not my past life, not my chains
I’m the one who rose up from the flames
I’m the one who rose up from the flames (hey!)
I’m the one who rose up from the flames
Details
GeneratedFeb 2, 2026
Duration3:34
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Uplifting trance-rap hybrid at 132 BPM, shimmering arps over warm pads and a sidechained bass bed. Tight, rhythmic rap verses ride the pocket; hook explodes into melodic chant with stacked male harmonies. Snare builds and risers lift into each chorus, then a brief stripped-down break with filtered drums before the final, hands-up drop.
Credits
Prompt by
FolktronicGod683
FolktronicGod683ModelAria v5
Prompt
sometimes identity gets built around wounds,but you are not your trauma.you are the one who survived,learned and grew out of it.your identity is larger than your trauma,youre not your past
trnce rap
