Set free

Verse 1
Yeah, I don’t think you understand,
You don’t see the real me standin’ here.
You still picture quicksand,
Like I’m drownin’ in the same old fear.
But I’m not sinking in sand anymore,
I clawed my way out, tore skin to bone.
You still knock on a locked old door,
Tryna drag me back to who I was before.
Yeah, I caused you pain — I won’t rewrite it,
I was chaos with a pulse, I can’t deny it.
I handed you conflict wrapped up in skin,
Left broken glass where trust had been.
I planted the old me inside your brain,
So every time I smile, you brace for rain.
Every time I’m quiet, you expect relapse,
Every deep breath feels like a trap.
Pre-Chorus
But you don’t see the nights I fought,
The prayers I prayed when hope felt lost.
You don’t see the grave I dug
And the man who climbed out covered in blood.
Chorus
I’ve been set free — not perfectly, but free.
Chains still rattle, but they don’t own me.
You see the addict — I see the redeemed.
You see my history — I see what He’s redeemed.
I’m not who I was, even if you still see him.
That version died — I don’t grieve him.
Yeah, I broke things — that much is true,
But I’m building something stronger than you ever knew.
Verse 2
You memorized my worst mistakes,
Every lie, every promise I’d break.
You built your walls brick by brick,
Every time I spiraled, every time I slipped.
And I get it — trust ain’t cheap,
Scars run wide and they cut deep.
I don’t expect your fear to vanish,
After all the damage I managed.
But don’t confuse your memory
With my identity.
Don’t chain me to yesterday’s grave
When I’ve already walked away.
Yeah, I planted the old me in your brain,
But I uprooted him through tears and pain.
That soil don’t grow that man no more —
I burned that field to the core.
Bridge (Build / Drop Section)
Say what you want — I’m still standing.
Judge what you see — I’m still standing.
Call me addict — I’m still standing.
Call me broken — I’m still standing.
Not by my strength.
Not by my will.
But by a mercy
That’s holding me still.
Final Chorus (Lifted)
I’ve been set free — not spotless, but free.
Grace rewrote what you thought you knew of me.
You see the addict — I see the son.
You see the battle — I see it won.
I’m not sinking in sand anymore.
I’m not that man you knew before.
I won’t erase what I put you through —
But I won’t let it define what I’m becoming too.

Blues/ Dark Country