[Verse 1 – FOB-style: vivid, self-aware, biting]
It was always me in the mirror doing damage control,
Taping over cracks in the glass just to feel whole.
I ran victory laps in a war I couldn’t win,
Every trophy on the shelf was another loss I hid within.
You said, “Just be better,” like I wasn’t out of air,
I learned how to swallow pride just to live on what you’d spare.
I broke every rule just to fit your design,
Still somehow I was wrong every time.
[Pre-Chorus – tight, ironic]
I held the line, you stood still,
Called it love—but it felt like a test of will.
[Chorus – BIG, hooky, FOB punch]
You took what I gave, then you pulled the floor out,
Left me falling through words you never said out loud.
I was empty, yeah, broken, but I figured it out—
You don’t get to own the way I heal now.
Say what you want, rewrite the truth if you try,
My spirit wasn’t broken by you—
It just learned how to survive.
[Verse 2 – more attitude, faster cadence]
When I asked you to meet me halfway,
You vanished like a punchline nobody stayed for anyway.
You cut the cord, went quiet—no signal, no sound,
Just your silence hitting harder than you sticking around.
I replayed the past like a crime scene on repeat,
Looking for effort where apologies should be.
Turns out love can starve if only one heart tries,
And I confused your comfort for compromise.
[Pre-Chorus – reflective, tighter]
I mistook endurance for proof,
But staying hurt isn’t the same as staying true.
[Chorus – repeat, add backing shouts]
You took what I gave, then you pulled the floor out,
Left me falling through words you never said out loud.
I was empty, yeah, broken, but I figured it out—
You don’t get to own the way I heal now.
Say what you want, rewrite the truth if you try,
My spirit wasn’t broken by you—
It just learned how to survive.
[Bridge – FOB introspective + build]
Maybe hope looks like clarity dressed up as pain,
Seeing every red flag stitched into your name.
You didn’t ruin me—you just showed me the cost
Of loving someone who clocked out when it got hard.
(Band drops → massive return)
[Final Chorus – bigger, sharper, triumphant]
You took what I gave, then you pulled the floor out,
But I landed on my feet when you counted me out.
I was empty, yeah, broken—now I’m wide awake,
Turns out effort’s a choice you never chose to make.
Say what you want, I see the truth this time,
My spirit wasn’t broken by you—
It was sharpened by the fight.
[Outro – FOB-style mic drop]
So here’s to the years I spent trying to be enough—
Turns out I was.
You just never showed up.
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