[Intro – Clean guitar strums, retro synth pads, light shakers]
Mmm… still here, still growing—
like sunlight on a late morning street.
[Verse 1 – Funky bassline + clean guitar + soft drums]
Woke up slow, the world in pastel shades,
coffee warm, the window letting in a fade
of gold that whispered, “Hey, you made it—
take the day a little lighter.”
I used to hide in shadows on my floor,
count my faults and close the door.
But now a gentle hum inside me says,
“I think you’re ready for more.”
[Pre-Chorus – Synth chords + bass glide]
And maybe I’m late,
but I’m finding my pace—
no rush, no race,
just learning how to take up space.
[Chorus – Retro drums, bright synth leads, layered citypop harmonies]
’Cause I’m still here, still growing,
moving through the neon of my mind.
Even small steps shine like streetlights
guiding me back into the night.
I’m still here, still glowing—
finding rhythm in the quiet truth.
I don’t need perfect to be worth it—
living slow is still breaking through.
[Verse 2 – Groovy bass, guitar riffs, soft keys]
I used to think I only mattered
when I moved fast, when I shone louder.
But now I dance to gentle patterns—
tiny wins that start to gather.
City breeze against my cheek,
I breathe it in, my knees not weak.
Healing doesn’t need a spotlight—
sometimes it’s just a simple heartbeat.
[Pre-Chorus – Lift with shimmering synth bells]
Maybe I’m late,
but I’m learning to stay—
not running away,
just letting myself sway.
[Chorus – Bigger layers, smooth vocal stacks]
’Cause I’m still here, still growing,
moving through the neon of my mind.
Even small steps shine like streetlights
guiding me back into the night.
I’m still here, still glowing—
finding rhythm in the quiet truth.
I don’t need perfect to be worth it—
living slow is still breaking through.
[Bridge – Soft sax lead + warm electric piano]
Still here… still here…
I’m learning how to glow again.
Still here… still here…
this heartbeat’s turning into a friend.
Let tomorrow come gently—
I’ll meet it in my own style.
[Final Chorus – Full citypop arrangement, sax + harmonies]
I’m still here, still growing,
and it feels good to breathe this way.
No more chasing worlds that vanish—
I’m choosing where my colors stay.
I’m still here, still glowing—
not perfect, but honestly true.
And if the night feels heavy again,
I’ll remember this smile
and pull on through.
I’m still here—
still growing too.
JAOP
