[Verse 1]
You call it “help”
When I clean up your chaos
You call it “love”
When I swallow my rage
You call me “strong”
While you add to the weight
Then act surprised
When my spine starts to shake
[Pre-Chorus]
I’m tired of “thanks” like a tip on a bruise
Of soft-spoken orders dressed up as “you choose”
You say I’m your rock
But I’m not your excuse
[Chorus]
I’m not your Atlas
I’m not your cure
Not your free therapist
Not what you’re owed anymore
I won’t be your mother
Your mirror
Your crutch
I’m not your Atlas
You’ve taken too much
[Verse 2]
You hand me your hurt
Like a coat at the door
Say “you’re so good with feelings”
Then give me ten more
You sleep through the nights
I spend stitching us back
Then you brag to your friends
How I “keep us on track”
[Pre-Chorus]
I’m done with the debt that you never repay
With carrying blame that you put in my name
You call it devotion
I call it decay
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
You learned this script
From your father’s house
From stories where women
Were furniture
Vows
I tear that page
Rip the spine in half
I won’t play priestess
To your fragile past
[Bridge]
I am my own shelter
Not your sacred ground
I’m done going quiet
So you feel profound
You want an empire?
Build it with your hands
My body
My labor
Are not your land
[Chorus]