Good feels like a set-up

Been through storms, been through rain,

Now when it’s sunny, it feel strange.

All this love, it feel like games,

Still dodging heartbreak, duckin’ pain.

Second-guessing every move I make,

Wondering what's real, what’s fake.

I walked through fire, no shoes on feet,

Carried the weight, survived the heat,

Smiled through wounds I couldn’t treat,

Learned to hustle without retreat.

Seen hugs hide blades inside,

Seen promises break overnight,

Now when good things step in sight,

My instincts scream to take flight.

Built my walls up sky-high tall,

Made peace with trusting none at all,

Rather walk alone through the fall,

Than give my heart and lose it all.

Some of us been through so much bullshit,

Good shit feels like a set-up, a set-up,

When the love comes, we freeze up,

Can't trust it, we keep our head up.

Pain in our pockets, scars on our sleeves,

Hearts full of doubt, but still we believe.

Pain been a teacher, taught me well,

Taught me how to hide my hell,

Taught me how to move and dwell,

Where angels fall and demons sell.

Every smile feel a little staged,

Every bright road feel a little caged,

So I tiptoe in a world enraged,

Guard my soul from another fade.

Doors open just to slam shut,

Trust gets played, hope gets cut,

So I keep my distance, keep my gut,

Love don’t move me like it once was.

Some of us been through so much bullshit,

Good shit feels like a set-up, a set-up,

When the love comes, we freeze up,

Can't trust it, we keep our head up.

Pain in our pockets, scars on our sleeves,

Hearts full of doubt, but still we believe.

They say “trust again,” they say “heal,”

But they ain't walked a mile in my field,

They don’t know how the silence feels,

When dreams get stripped and fate steals.

Maybe someday I’ll break these chains,

Maybe someday I’ll dance in rain,

Maybe someday I’ll love again,

But for now, I guard my flame.

Still hoping for a softer way,

Still praying for a brighter day,

Still fighting though the skies are gray,

Still breathing through the heavy sway.

Some of us been through so much bullshit,

Good shit feels like a set-up, a set-up,

When the love comes, we freeze up,

Can't trust it, we keep our head up.

Pain in our pockets, scars on our sleeves,

Hearts full of doubt, but still we believe.

Good feels tricky, smiles feel fake,

But we move forward, bend, not break.

Built from scars, fueled by pain,

Still we rise through every flame.