(Verse 1)
It didn’t take much—
just a quiet room
and your mind turned the lights down low
Then it came back.
Not a scream,
just that one small moment
looping like it still had something left to ruin
You held your breath
like guilt was oxygen
And in the dark,
you blamed yourself
all over again
(Verse 2)
No one said it was your fault
No one pointed fingers
But you did.
You always do.
You took something fragile
and shattered it further
as if that could fix what already cracked
And I wonder—
when did you learn
to hurt yourself this gently
but this deep?
(Chorus)
You were too hard
on someone who was already hurting
You turned on yourself
when what you needed
was someone to stay
You weren’t weak
You weren’t wrong
You were just… tired
And trying
And maybe that version of you
deserved less shame
and more grace
(Verse 3)
You walked through a crowd
but felt like a ghost
People laughed
and it felt like a language you forgot
You smiled when you had to
but inside,
you were holding your breath
like everything would break
if you moved too fast
No one saw it—
how loud it was inside you
(Final Chorus)
You didn’t mess up
as badly as you think
You didn’t ruin everything
You just cared
in a world that often doesn’t
And the pain you feel?
It only means you still give a damn
And that’s not weakness.
That’s what makes you rare
(Outro)
So maybe
next time the voice returns
the one that turns you against yourself
You’ll answer it gently:
“I know I didn’t get it right
but I was hurting
and I still showed up.”
And that—
that’s enough.