Verse 1
I learned to whisper in a house full of screams,
Tiptoed on glass made of shattered dreams.
The walls had eyes and the nights had teeth,
I buried my heart somewhere underneath.
There’s a chair in the corner I still can’t face,
It holds the shape of a darker place.
Every echo wears your name,
Every silence feels the same.
Pre-Chorus
I was just a child with a heavy sky,
Counting cracks while the years went by.
No one saw the storm in me—
I drowned in what they couldn’t see.
Chorus
I carry rooms that still remember,
Cold July and burning December.
Every touch feels like goodbye,
Every love just makes me hide.
I’m stitched together, thread so thin,
Smiling with the war within.
You say “You’re safe now, you can rest,”
But my heart won’t leave the edge of my chest.
Verse 2
I flinch at kindness, brace for harm,
Find disaster in open arms.
Your gentle voice, it feels too loud,
Like thunder hiding in a cloud.
I built my ribs into a cage,
Locked the child who couldn’t age.
They’re still inside, they’re still afraid,
Tracing scars that never fade.
Pre-Chorus
I memorized the sound of fear,
It hums in everything I hear.
Even when the lights are on,
I’m waiting for the dark to come.
Chorus
I carry rooms that still remember,
Splintered June and numb November.
Every kiss feels counterfeit,
Like love’s a fire I can’t sit with.
I’m stitched together, barely skin,
Bleeding where I’ve always been.
You say “The past is dead and gone,”
But it wakes me up before the dawn.
Bridge
If I could lay these ghosts to sleep,
Would I be empty? Would I keep
A single piece of who I am
Without the hurt that shaped my hands?
Sometimes I miss the pain I knew—
At least it felt like something true.
Healing feels like losing ground,
Like silence is a frightening sound.
Soft Breakdown
I don’t know who I’d be without
The trembling and the doubt.
If I forgive, if I let go,
Will I still know what I know?
Final Chorus
I carry rooms that still remember,
Ashes cold from every ember.
I’m learning how to breathe again,
But every breath still tastes like then.
I’m stitched together, scar by scar,
Trying to believe I’m not too far
From someone who can finally say,
“The night is over. I’m okay.”
Outro
But for now I sleep with open eyes,
Holding broken lullabies.
If you love me, love me slow—
There’s a child inside you don’t yet know.
