Woke up on the floor again,
Same shadows on the wall.
I swore I’d only take a sip,
But the night became a fall.
Mirror’s got a stranger’s face,
Eyes buried in the sand—
Tryna find the man I was
Before it slipped out of my hands.
And I know… yeah, I know
The silence always wins.
I was drowning in the quiet,
While begging for the wind.
But I’m climbing from the bottom,
Leaving that hollow bottle behind.
I’m learning how to breathe again,
One truth at a time.
If the road is long, I’ll walk it—
If the night is cold, I’ll stand.
I’m not looking for forgiveness,
Just a place to plant my hands.
Every call I never answered,
Every promise I let die—
They echo like an empty room
Where I used to keep my pride.
But there’s a spark inside the ashes,
And it whispers soft but clear:
You can’t change the days behind you,
But you can change the ones from here.
So I rise… yeah, I rise—
Still shaking where I stand.
But I’m done with being captive
To the bottle in my hand.
’Cause I’m climbing from the bottom,
Leaving that hollow bottle behind.
I’m learning how to breathe again,
One truth at a time.
If the road is long, I’ll walk it—
If the night is cold, I’ll stand.
I’m not looking for forgiveness,
Just a place to plant my hands.
Oh, the waves kept pulling me under,
But now I’m kicking for the shore.
I got scars like breaking thunder—
But they don’t own me anymore.
Yeah, I’m climbing from the bottom,
And the sun is breaking through.
I’m learning how to live again,
With a heart that’s cracked but true.
If the road is long, I’ll walk it—
If the night is cold, I’ll stand.
I’m not running from the darkness,
I’m just reaching out my hands.
Here I am… still standing.
Here I am… still becoming.
Here I am.
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