Verse 1
Some days I wake up already tired,
Like I've run a race while I was asleep.
Heavy thoughts wrapped around my shoulders,
Promises I struggle to keep.
People see the smile I'm wearing,
But they don't feel the ache inside,
How the battle in my own mind
Leaves my body drained and dry.
Pre-Chorus
It's not just tears and sleepless nights,
It's bones that ache and fading light,
A war unseen, a silent strain,
That reaches far beyond the brain.
Chorus
Healing isn't a straight line,
It's a mountain road that twists with time.
Some days I'm rising, some days I fall,
Learning I can't outrun it all.
Highs and lows, the ebb and flow,
Two steps forward, one back slow.
But every scar and every climb
Reminds me healing's not a straight line.
Verse 2
There are mornings filled with laughter,
Moments where the clouds break through.
Then the darkness comes uninvited,
And I wonder what I'm supposed to do.
I hate that progress feels so fragile,
Like one bad day erases years,
But I'm learning storms don't cancel
All the ground I've covered here.
Pre-Chorus
Because surviving takes its toll,
On tired muscles and weary souls.
And though I bend beneath the weight,
I'm still here, and that means something great.
Chorus
Healing isn't a straight line,
It's a mountain road that twists with time.
Some days I'm rising, some days I fall,
Learning I can't outrun it all.
Highs and lows, the ebb and flow,
Two steps forward, one back slow.
But every scar and every climb
Reminds me healing's not a straight line.
Bridge
So if tomorrow feels like yesterday,
And hope seems harder to believe,
I'll try to show myself some mercy,
For carrying what no one sees.
I'm not failing when I'm struggling,
I'm not lost because I sway.
Even winding roads are moving,
Even slow hearts find their way.
Final Chorus
Healing isn't a straight line,
It's messy, painful, undefined.
And though I'm weary to the bone,
I don't have to walk alone.
Through the valleys, through the highs,
Through the countless sleepless nights,
I'll keep holding on in time,
Because healing's never been a straight line.
Outro
Some days survive me, some days shine,
And both are part of staying alive.
No, healing's never been a straight line.
