Lyrics

I'm building a story from the cracks, the places I stumbled, the ways I came back, scars on the canvas, they're not something to hide— they're proof that I'm learning to live on this side. Sanity lives in the narrative I choose, the threads that I weave from the things that I lose, I take all the blemishes, all of the weight, and paint them toward something that helps more than hate. Textured and honest, not perfect or neat, a future that's human, a life that's complete.