Intro (spoken / ambient)
Some of us weren’t given a beginning…
Only a battle.
No warning.
No mercy.
Just a storm where childhood should’ve been.
Verse 1
I want this world to feel my pain,
Every tear I swallowed, like shards of glass,
Anger cracked my bones in silence,
A fire with no home, but it burned fast.
I learned to breathe inside the damage,
Smile with a war behind my eyes,
They never saw the nights I vanished,
Just the strength I wore to survive.
Pre-Chorus 1
They call it power, they call it fate,
But they never felt the weight I carried,
I didn’t choose this shape of mine—
I was forged by storms, not something gentle.
Chorus (HOOK)
Hell never played fair with me,
Not once, not ever, from the start,
Handed a storm instead of peace,
Told to build a life from broken parts.
Hell never played fair with me,
But I’m still standing, scarred but breathing,
If this is strength, then let it be—
I survived what was never meant to be easy.
Verse 2
They stitched survival into my skin,
Hands that never asked my name,
Called me strong for bleeding quiet,
Turned my suffering into fame.
I was trained to be a fighter,
Before I knew what love could do,
Every lesson came with hunger,
Every dream felt overdue.
Pre-Chorus 2
I was never promised gentle days,
Never taught how peace should feel,
I learned to walk through open flames,
And make my wounds look unreal.
Bridge (spoken → sung)
I was not born of peace…
I was forged in ache,
Named by absence,
Raised by the quiet scream of why me?
I didn’t ask to be a warrior,
Didn’t choose this armor on my skin,
But if I’m here, I’ll wear it honestly—
Every scar a place I’ve been.
Final Chorus (stripped → full emotional lift)
Hell never played fair with me,
But I’m still here, still breathing, still standing,
I wasn’t given a beginning—
So I became my own survivor.
Hell never played fair with me…
But it didn’t break me.
Outro (soft, whispered)
Some of us weren’t given a beginning…
Only a battle.
And somehow…
We lived.
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