Call it damage

Verse

I learned how to measure my breathing

So no one could hear me exist

How to turn every bruise into language

And call it “handling it”

I learned how to make myself smaller

So the room wouldn’t feel threatened by me

How to swallow a scream like a promise

I never intended to keep

Pre-Chorus

They said “time heals everything”

But time just taught me how to endure

There’s a difference between being alive

And being cured

Chorus

I will not wait for a door to open

If it’s locked, I’ll tear the frame apart

I’ve been living off stubborn motion

And the wreckage of a stubborn heart

If survival is a kind of violence

Then I learned it from the start

I will not wait for a door to open

I’ve been running while half erased and scarred

been running half erased and scarred

Verse

I carry a past that still clears rooms

Like smoke that won’t dissipate

Every kindness feels conditional

Every win arrives too late

I’ve loved things that tried to kill me

I’ve trusted the wrong kind of calm

But there’s a pulse beneath all the damage

That refuses to power down

Pre c

I don’t believe in miracles

I believe in showing up torn

I believe in becoming something

Just to prove I was born

Chorus

I will not wait for a door to open

If it’s locked, I’ll tear the frame apart

I’ve been living off stubborn motion

And the wreckage of a stubborn heart

If survival is a kind of violence

Then I learned it from the start

I will not wait for a door to open

I’ve been running while half erased and scarred

been running half erased and scarred

Bridge

There’s no rescue coming for me

No clean ending, no absolution

Just my hands, shaking but steady

Building life out of refusal

I didn’t heal

I adapted

I didn’t win

I lasted

Final Chorus

I will not wait for a door to open

If it’s locked, I’ll tear the frame apart

I’ve been living off stubborn motion

And the wreckage of a stubborn heart

If survival is a kind of violence

Then I learned it from the start

I will not wait for a door to open

I’m still here — unfinished, breathing, scarred

Outro

Call it damage

Call it sin

Call it anything

I’m still in