Still Showing Up

Verse 1
My head keeps moving the goalpost back,
Says effort doesn’t count unless I crack,
I show up daily, still feel behind,
Like proof of trying’s hard to find.
I study systems, roots to skin,
How life breaks down and builds again,
Environmental cause, anatomical names,
Learning through pressure, not through praise.
I left one dream to grow another,
Didn’t lose the knowledge, just changed the cover,
If I spiral, that’s not defeat—
It’s what happens when I care this deep.
Pre-Chorus
My head says, “You missed your chance,”
Like learning expires if you don’t advance,
But knowledge sticks, it doesn’t leave,
It just waits for who you’ll be.
Chorus
I don’t feel ready, I still arrive,
Heart still racing, mind still tries,
Imposter talking way too loud,
Says I’m not built for this somehow.
But I show up tired, I show up scared,
Still breathing, still right here,
I didn’t fake this, I didn’t quit,
I’m still trying — that counts as it.
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Verse 2
Clinic halls, fluorescent days,
Latin terms I half-pronounce,
Everyone looks so sure, so straight,
Like confidence came pre-announced.
But I remember why I’m here,
The fragile lives, the quiet fear,
Doesn’t matter if it swims or flies,
Someone has to try.
Pre-Chorus
I carry the past, not as regret,
But proof I learned more than I get,
Nothing wasted, nothing wrong,
Just a different version moving on.
Chorus
I don’t feel ready, I still arrive,
Heart still racing, mind still tries,
Imposter saying, “You’re behind,”
I say, “I’m doing this in my time.”
I show up messy, I show up real,
Still learning how to feel,
I didn’t fake this, I didn’t quit,
I’m still trying — that counts as it.
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Bridge
Some days I want to mute my brain,
Let the silence take the reins,
It keeps score of every flaw,
Forgets the effort, skips the cause.
But fear doesn’t mean I don’t belong,
It means I care enough to stay this long,
I don’t need permission to exist,
I just need to persist.
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Verse 3
I took the long way here on purpose,
Learned how to fail without collapsing,
Learned how to keep my hands steady,
Even when I don’t feel ready.
Now I’m here for the small and weak,
The lives that don’t have time to speak,
If I help one heartbeat survive the day,
Then I’m exactly in the right place.
Final Chorus
I don’t feel ready, I still arrive,
But the tide still lives in how I fight,
Imposter whispers, but I stay kind,
To the version of me that survived,
I didn’t lose myself — I grew, I changed,
I’m still trying, still showing up, still brave.
Outro
Still trying.
Still showing up.
And tonight —
That’s enough.

I want EDM, pop/alt, take “Better on Mute” by Sophia Powers as inspiration, but not a copy, just the same energy