[Verse 1 — Soft, breathy, intimate; like she’s confessing in the dark, afraid but honest.]
Everyone else just hits my phone with a simple “what have you done?”
Little questions with no meaning, never ready for what I’ve become.
But you spoke to me like thunder, cutting deeper than the rest,
Saying, “Show me every failure sitting heavy on your chest.”
You looked at me like broken things were holy,
Like even my scars were something you could hold me.
I never knew confession could feel soft as this,
Or that love could bloom in places I never thought could exist.
[Pre-Chorus — Rising breath, trembling, like she’s letting someone see behind her armor for the first time.]
I thought my shadows made me someone you would fear,
But you pulled me closer, said, “Bring every darkness here.”
[Chorus — Emotional, soaring but fragile; let the voice shake, like she’s surrendering.]
When most people say “what have you done?”, you said,
“Tell me every awful thing you’ve ever done,
and let me love you through all of it.”
You didn’t flinch, didn’t run, didn’t look away a bit—
Just opened up your arms like you were built for my regrets.
Who knew a heart like mine could ever find a fit?
But you loved me through all of it.
[Verse 2 — Lower, more haunted; like she’s admitting things she’s never spoken aloud.]
I told you things that made the air turn bitter,
Secrets heavy enough to make good souls wither.
But you breathed them in like they were nothing more than rain,
Said, “Nobody heals clean—baby, we all bleed the same.”
You traced the edges of my past like art,
Said even the jagged pieces were part of my heart.
Anyone else would’ve closed the book and quit,
But you read every page and kissed the ink of it.
[Pre-Chorus — Stronger, more hopeful; like she’s slowly believing she deserves this love.]
I kept waiting for the moment when you’d walk away,
But you stayed like sunrise—steady, chasing night away.
[Chorus — Bigger, more emotional than before; think raw, fearless, trembling power.]
When most people say “what have you done?”, you said,
“Tell me every awful thing you’ve ever done,
and let me love you through all of it.”
You didn’t shake, didn’t break, didn’t leave me in the wreck—
You held my trembling truth like something precious to protect.
Who knew a heart like mine could ever find a fit?
But you loved me through all of it.
[Bridge — Haunting, slow, almost spoken; soft soprano, airy like a confession into candlelight.]
Maybe love ain’t perfect people trying to stay clean,
Maybe it’s two broken souls building something in between.
Maybe it’s someone who sees the monster and the child,
And calls both of them “mine” with a soft, steady smile.
[Outro — Gentle fall-off; bittersweet, like her voice fades into a healing silence.]
So when the world asks, “what have you done?” with empty little words,
I’ll remember how your voice was the realest one I heard.
“Tell me every awful thing you’ve ever done,” you whispered—
“And let me love you through all of it.”
