(Verse 1)
Fifteen years are scattered like broken glass behind me,
One bad choice still echoes every step I take.
I lit the fuse with something I swore I could control,
Then tied my favorite moments to a chemical escape.
Every laugh, every song, every road beneath my feet,
Every sunrise felt brighter through a borrowed state of mind.
Now the music’s just noise, the horizon’s painted gray,
And I’m chasing ghosts that never stay behind.
(Pre-Chorus)
I traded living for a counterfeit spark,
Now every light I find dies out in the dark.
(Chorus)
There’s static in my veins where the fire used to burn,
Every bridge I cross just circles back in turn.
I remember who I was, but I can’t feel his skin,
Like somebody locked the sunlight somewhere deep within.
I’m screaming at the silence, waiting for the sound,
Digging through the ashes where my soul was found.
If there’s still a heartbeat underneath this stone,
Tell me I can make it back… tell me I’m not gone.
(Verse 2)
I’ve always worn a smile that belonged to someone else,
Carried everybody’s weight until I couldn’t stand.
Built my life from “yes” while swallowing my own voice,
Giving every piece away with open hands.
I’d patch another broken heart while mine was coming apart,
Pretending I was strong enough to never need repair.
Now compassion feels like chains wrapped around my chest,
And I’m too damn tired to care.
(Bridge)
Who am I without the poison?
Who am I without the mask?
When every memory is haunted,
How long can a shadow last?
Maybe healing isn’t lightning,
Maybe it’s a rusted blade,
Cutting through the lies I swallowed,
One hard truth at a time is made.
(Breakdown)
I won’t let my worst decision be the only thing I leave behind.
I won’t keep feeding empty echoes just because they know my name.
If I have to crawl through every mile of numbness just to feel one honest breath,
Then let these scars become the proof that I survived the flame.
(Final Chorus)
There’s static in my veins, but I still hear the call,
A whisper through the wreckage saying I can have it all.
Not the high, not the lie, not the chains I’ve worn for years,
But the strength that’s born from facing every fear.
The road is long, the climb is steep, the past still pulls me down,
But even broken voices can shake the ground.
If tomorrow’s waiting somewhere past this endless night,
I’ll keep walking toward the dawn…
Until I learn to feel the light.
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