Broken crown

Yeah… I wore the crown of failure,

But I ain’t kneeling anymore.

Shattered glass where my throne once stood,

Buried in rubble, drowning in should.

I wore my mistakes like rust on my skin,

Every loss etched deep, carved from within.

The mirror shows cracks, a king in decay,

But broken don’t mean I just fade away.

You can laugh at the ruins, spit at my fall,

But I’ll crawl from the ashes, I’ll tear down the wall.

My crown is cracked, my throne is gone,

But I still breathe, I still hold strong.

You can’t erase the scars I own,

I rise again with a broken crown.

The vultures circled, waiting to feed,

Praying I’d choke on the blood I bleed.

But failure’s a teacher, sharp and cold,

Every scar a weapon, every bruise is gold.

I won’t bow to ghosts, I won’t kneel to shame,

I’ll carve my rebirth from the wreckage and flame.

You can laugh at the ruins, spit at my fall,

But I’ll crawl from the ashes, I’ll tear down the wall.

My crown is cracked, my throne is gone,

But I still breathe, I still hold strong.

You can’t erase the scars I own,

I rise again with a broken crown.

Let the weight press down, let the world collide,

I’ll drag my demons to the other side.

Broken doesn’t mean I’ve lost the fight,

It means I learned to bleed and still ignite.

My crown is cracked, my throne is gone,

But I still breathe, I still hold strong.

You can’t erase the scars I own,

I rise again… with a broken crown.

Yeah… broken crown… but I still stand.

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