[Verse 1]
[low piano, distant thunder percussion, soft gritty vocals]
“Time heals all wounds,”
that’s the lie they hand the bleeding,
like a prayer stitched together
by people scared of grieving.
No, time just teaches survival,
teaches bones how to bend,
how to smile through a funeral
and still get up again.
It builds scar tissue, baby,
thick as rusted steel,
covers up the damage
without teaching you to heal.
Broken skin closes slowly,
but the nerve still remembers the knife,
and some ghosts move in permanent
like tenants inside your life.
[Pre-Chorus]
[drums rise, bass heartbeat pulse, vocals more emotional]
The ache beneath
learned my name by heart…
calls me every midnight
from the dark.
Like shadows know the dark…
like fire knows the spark…
like a sinner knows
exactly where they fell apart.
[Chorus]
[explosive drums, soaring guitar, emotional powerhouse vocals]
Time don’t heal a damn thing,
it just teaches you disguise,
how to laugh with wet mascara,
how to sleep with haunted eyes.
It teaches shattered mirrors
how to still reflect a face,
how to carry all the hurt
with a little more grace.
And the pain still breathes beneath me,
quiet as a loaded gun,
scar tissue over heartbreak…
but the wound ain’t gone.
[Verse 2]
[stripped back guitar riff, smoky vocals, heavier emotion]
I learned how to function
with hurricanes in my chest,
how to call it “being stronger”
when I never got to rest.
People love survival stories,
love the fighter, love the flame,
but they never sit beside you
when the nightmares call your name.
Some hurts don’t fade with seasons,
they just settle in your skin,
become part of your reflection,
become marrow deep within.
I still hear old apologies
echo through these halls,
still flinch at certain memories
like my body knows the fall.
[Bridge]
[nearly silent, whispered vocals, eerie ambient hum]
Healing isn’t pretty.
It limps.
It bleeds.
It bargains with the past at 3AM.
And sometimes…
surviving is just learning
how to carry the wreckage
without letting it crush your ribs.
Humans really invented clocks and decided emotional devastation should obey a schedule. Adorable little species.
[Final Chorus]
[full cinematic release, huge drums, layered harmonies]
Time don’t heal all wounds,
it tattoos them underneath,
turns the scream into an echo,
turns the fire into heat.
But I’m still standing here breathing
through every crack and bruise,
learning scars are proof
there were battles I refused to lose.
And the ache beneath still knows me,
still whispers through the dark…
like shadows know the night,
like broken hearts know sparks.
No…
time never healed me.
It just taught my pain
how to sing.
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