Hand-Me-Down Halo

[Verse 1]
Holes in my shoes
Rain in the ceiling
Coupons on the fridge
Mom hiding her feelings
Secondhand winter
In a thrift-store coat
Learning how to laugh
On a tightrope
[Chorus]
I was born with empty pockets
But a heart that wouldn’t quit
Turned every broken little promise
Into gasoline and grit
I’ve been fighting through the fire
On a first-name basis with the pain
Growing up on nothing
Taught me everything
[Verse 2]
Cold kitchen floor
Dinner came late
Dad left a note
Blamed it all on fate
Counting out coins
For a one-way ride
Swore I’d never let
My kids feel that kind of night
[Chorus]
I was born with empty pockets
But a heart that wouldn’t quit
Turned every broken little promise
Into gasoline and grit
I’ve been fighting through the fire
On a first-name basis with the pain
Growing up on nothing
Taught me everything
[Bridge]
Hand-me-down halo
Bent but it still shines (oh yeah)
Scars like a roadmap
Back to the hardest times
If the world tries to break me
I just bare my teeth and sing
I made a weapon
Out of every missing thing
[Chorus]
I was born with empty pockets
But a heart that wouldn’t quit
Turned every broken little promise
Into gasoline and grit
I’ve been fighting through the fire
On a first-name basis with the pain
Growing up on nothing
Made me everything I am today

rock, Gritty modern rock with male vocals, overdriven guitars, and a tight, snarling rhythm section. First verse rides on palm-muted riffs and dry drums, then the chorus explodes with wide power chords, stacked gang vocals on key phrases, and a soaring lead line. Bridge drops to half-time with roomy toms and a single guitar line, then slams back into a final, shout-along chorus for a cathartic finish.