[Verse 1 – restrained, intimate]
I learned how to measure my breathing
So no one could hear me alive
Turned every bruise into silence
Called it “I’m doing just fine”
I learned how to make myself smaller
So the room wouldn’t notice my name
Swallowed a scream like a promise
I was never meant to sustain
[Pre-Chorus – rising tension]
They said, “time heals everything”
But time just taught me control
There’s a line between surviving
And being whole
[Chorus – BIG, driving, anthemic]
I will not wait for a door to open
If it’s locked, I’ll break my way out
I’ve been moving on stubborn motion
With a heart that won’t shut down
If survival is a kind of violence
Then I learned it young, learned it fast
I will not wait for a door to open
I’ve been running half erased, scarred
(Half erased, scarred)
[Verse 2 – rhythmic, darker confidence]
I carry a past that still clears rooms
Like smoke that won’t disappear
Every kindness feels conditional
Every victory comes too late here
I trusted the wrong kind of silence
Loved things that cut me apart
But there’s a pulse under all this damage
Still beating hard in my heart
[Pre-Chorus 2 – lift with harmonies]
I don’t believe in miracles
I believe in standing torn
I believe in becoming something
Just to prove I was born
[Chorus – stacked vocals, bigger]
I will not wait for a door to open
If it’s locked, I’ll break my way out
I’ve been moving on stubborn motion
With a heart that won’t shut down
If survival is a kind of violence
Then I learned it young, learned it fast
I will not wait for a door to open
I’ve been running half erased, scarred
(Half erased, scarred)
[Bridge – stripped, then build / chant feel]
No rescue coming for me
No clean end, no apology
Just my hands, shaking but steady
Building life out of refusal
I didn’t heal
—I adapted
I didn’t win
—I lasted
(Say it)
I lasted
[Final Chorus – FULL POWER, anthem mode]
I will not wait for a door to open
If it’s locked, I’ll tear the frame apart
I’ve been moving on stubborn motion
With the wreckage of a stubborn heart
If survival is a kind of violence
Then I learned it from the start
I will not wait for a door to open
I’m still here — breathing, scarred
[Outro – quiet, resolute]
Call it damage
Call it sin
Call it anything
(I’m still in)
Yeah-I’m still in