Another state of me

Verse 1:
I learned the sound of doors that close too soon,
The echo of a hope that left the room.
Every fall became familiar ground,
Where broken dreams make a steady sound.
Each time I rose, the world pushed back,
So failure slowly filled the cracks.
What hurt before began to feel like home,
A place I knew, a place I’d grown.

Pre-Chorus:
At first I fought, I swore I’d rise above,
But losses whispered, this is what you’re made of.

Chorus:
Maybe defeat is where I belong,(where I belong)
Not just a moment, but where I’ve been all along.
If pain is the rhythm and doubt is the key,
Then losing feels like a way to be.
Another way to breathe,
Another way to see,
Maybe this is just another state of me.(state of me)

Verse 2:
I stopped expecting the sky to stay blue,
Started rehearsing the worst coming true.
Hope felt louder when it walked away,
So I learned the quiet language of gray.
I measured time by what went wrong,
And called that weakness growing strong.
When every win felt strange and brief,
I trusted more in slow defeat.

Pre-Chorus:
I wore the weight till it fit like skin,
When every end feels like where you begin.(where you begin)

Chorus:
Maybe defeat is where I belong,
Not just a moment, but where I’ve been all along.
If pain is the rhythm and doubt is the key,
Then losing feels like a way to be.
Another way to breathe,
Another way to see,
Maybe this is just another state of me.

Bridge:
But somewhere deep where the silence stays,
A quiet voice survives the days.
It asks how broken I must fall
If I am still here through it all.
If loss was all I’d ever known,
Why hasn’t hope completely gone?

Break:
I lived so long inside the low,
I thought there was nowhere else to go.
But even night, no matter how deep,
Still holds a dawn it has to keep.

Final Chorus:
Maybe defeat was where I stayed,
Not who I am, just a role I played.
If scars are proof that I still can be,
Then healing is another state of me.
Another way to breathe,
Another way to see,
I’m more than what the losses made of me.

Outro:(repeat x2) 
So if I fall, I know the ground,
But now I know I can turn around.
Defeat was a place my heart could see,
But it was never the whole of me.

Cinematic alt indie; Piano, ambient pads, soft drums, bass, strings, intimate, vocals, gradual, build.