Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I count my flaws like coins
Spill them on the floor
I know every sharp edge
I keep a list, and more
When I look in the glass
I turn away too fast
[Pre-Chorus]
But I’m tired of this war
Tired of keeping score
If I can’t be my own home
Then what am I fighting for?
[Chorus]
How could I love anyone?
How could I let you in?
I hate the way I talk to me
I hate the shape I’m in
But hear me now, I’m still here
Still breathing through the rain
Maybe love starts small
Maybe love learns my name (learns my name)
[Verse 2]
I wear my shame like skin
Try to hide it well
Smile when you ask me how I am
Then I don’t even tell
But some nights I get so close
To calling myself by my real name
[Pre-Chorus]
And I’m tired of this war
Tired of keeping score
If I can’t be my own home
Then what am I fighting for?
[Chorus]
How could I love anyone?
How could I let you in?
I hate the way I talk to me
I hate the shape I’m in
But hear me now, I’m still here
Still breathing through the rain
Maybe love starts small
Maybe love learns my name (learns my name)
[Bridge]
So I’m starting with one hand
On the hurt inside my chest
Not fixing every broken thing
Just letting it rest
If you stay, don’t save me
Just sit with me in time
I’m learning I am more than
The cruelest voice in mind
[Final Chorus]
How could I love anyone?
How could I let you in?
I hate the way I talk to me
I hate the shape I’m in
But hear me now, I’m still here
Still breathing through the rain
Maybe love starts small
Maybe love learns my name (learns my name)
Maybe love starts small
Maybe love learns my name
Details
GeneratedJul 3, 2026
Duration2:57
LanguageEnglish
Style
Pop with female vocals, mid-tempo pulse, plush synth bass, crisp clap pattern, and airy guitar stabs; verse stays close and sparse with intimate doubles, pre-chorus opens into stacked harmonies and filtered risers, chorus lands on a wide melodic lift with chanty backing vocals. Add ear candy with reverse-piano swells, a soft tom lift into each chorus, and delay throws on the last word of key lines. Bright, polished, emotional pop mix with glossy top-end and a warm center., pop
Credits
Prompt by
Artemis15
Artemis15ModelAria v5.5
Prompt
Female, pop
How could i possibly love anyone if I hate myself so much. I despise every part of myself. How could anyone love someone who can’t ever love themselves
