I'm Still Here

(yeah… just one of those days…)

(breathe in… breathe out…)

I’m still here.

Sometimes I just don’t wanna dress up,

(hair up… no shine…)

Messy bun, don’t give a fuck.

Comfy clothes, coffee in hand,

Trying to stand — not to grandstand.

Basic makeup, nothing to prove,

Just trying to get in the groove.

But that’s okay, I’m breathing still —

Existing takes its own kind of will.

I’m not perfect, I don’t shine,

But I’m living — that’s my line.

(yeah… still breathing…)

So I put on a smile, get through the day,

Even when the light feels miles away.

I might not glow, I might not cheer,

But I woke up — I’m still here.

(yeah… still here…)

I’m still here.

Some days I can’t face the mirror’s stare,

(tired eyes… don’t care…)

See the cracks, pretend they’re rare.

Dishes stacked, the world’s offbeat,

But I find my rhythm, not defeat.

Beauty’s not the paint I wear,

It’s the fact I’m still standing there.

I’m soft, I’m strong, I break, I mend,

Show up again — that’s how I win.

Not every day is made to shine,

But showing up’s my battle line.

(yeah… my battle line…)

So I put on a smile, get through the day,

Even when the light feels miles away.

I might not glow, I might not cheer,

But I woke up — I’m still here.

(oh… I’m still here…)

Yeah, I’m still here.

No filter, no crown, just breath and fight,

(keep breathing… just fight…)

Made it through another night.

And maybe that’s enough today,

To just exist and find my way.

So I put on a smile and face the grey,

In my own, imperfect way.

I might be cracked, I might not steer,

But I’m still breathing — I’m still here.

(yeah… I’m still here…)

(Still here)

(quiet sigh…)

Not perfect, not fine…

But I’m still alive.

Still here.