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A little ****** up, buried deep,
Counting promises I couldn't keep.
Bad luck taught me how to stand,
With shaking fists and dirty hands.
Life keeps pulling at my thread,
Filling every word with dread.
But if my voice is all I've got,
I'll scream until the silence stops.
You took my spirit, took my name,
Left me burning in the rain.
I feel myself becoming thin,
But there's still something underneath my skin.
I was younger, I was softer,
Now I'm harder than before.
Every ghost that dragged me under
Can't come knocking at my door.
I've been sinking, I've been breaking,
I've been choking on the cold,
But the fire I kept hiding
Is the fire I now hold.
They called me trouble, called me strange,
Like I was something they could change.
Too loud, too much, too hard to tame
So I stopped apologising for my name.
You wanted quiet, wanted small,
Wanted me afraid to fall.
**** your rules and **** your cage,
I'll turn the wreckage into rage.
I was younger, I was softer,
Now I'm harder than before.
Every ghost that dragged me under
Can't control me anymore.
I've been sinking, I've been fighting,
I've been clawing through the cold,
And the voice beneath the wreckage
Says I'm worth more than I'm told.
So tell me, are you down this deep?
Where buried secrets never sleep?
I've been swimming through the shame,
Through every fear that knew my name.
I may still carry demons near,
I may still taste the old fear,
But they don't get to pull the strings,
And they don't get to clip my wings.
I was younger.
I was broken.
I was lost inside the noise.
Now I'm standing in the wreckage,
Finally hearing my own voice.
And if the darkness calls me back,
I'll turn around and face the black.
I won't run and I won't hide
I've got my voice, I've got my fight.
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