[Intro — breath / soft]
(whisper)
I needed air…
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[Verse 1]
When choices feel smaller
than what I must accept…
No wonder I’m restless,
no wonder I can’t rest.
Peace feels distant
when I don’t get to choose…
Like something inside me
is slowly being reduced.
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[Pre-Chorus]
I wasn’t made
to live this confined…
There’s something sacred
in having a line.
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[Chorus]
Breaking bottles…
I need to breathe…
Every choice I make
is a piece of me.
Even if it hurts,
even if it’s small…
I choose my life —
or I lose it all.
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[Verse 2]
Choice is the air
I carry each day…
To listen, to speak,
to leave or to stay.
To soften my voice
or stand in the flame…
To carry the many
or walk out in pain.
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[Pre-Chorus 2]
Some roads will break me,
some dreams feel thin…
But something inside me
still says begin.
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[Chorus]
Breaking bottles…
I need to breathe…
Every step I take
is reclaiming me.
Even when I doubt,
even when I fall…
I choose to move —
I choose it all.
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[Bridge — stripped / intimate]
What if it’s fragile…
what if it’s just a dream?
Does it still matter
if it lives in me?
I hold it steady…
I don’t let it go…
Even the smallest choice
can start the flow.
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[Final Chorus — lift / open]
Breaking bottles…
I finally see…
The breath I was chasing
was inside of me.
No more waiting,
no more standing small…
I choose my voice —
I choose it all.
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[Outro — soft exhale]
(breath)
I’m free…