Verse 1 She’s got a little chaos running through her veins, Turns a bad day into a punchline through the pain. She’ll cry in the bathroom, then come out laughing, Making everybody wonder what the hell just happened. She loves too hard, yeah, that’s her curse, Carries everybody else before she thinks of herself first. She’s complicated, she knows that’s true, But every messy piece is honest through and through. Pre-Chorus She ain’t sunshine every day, She’s thunderstorms and lemonade. She can break and still somehow Find a reason to laugh out loud. Chorus She’s a little bit wild, a little bit broken, A million unsaid things hiding behind jokes spoken. She’s a mama, a lover, a dreamer, a fool, Too damn sensitive, too damn stubborn to lose. She’ll turn her tears into something beautiful, Turn her scars into stories nobody else could know. She ain’t perfect, and she never claimed to be— She’s messy, she’s magic, She’s all of me. Verse 2 She’ll make up a song just to make someone smile, Then overthink a conversation for a little while. She’s got a dirty joke and a tender heart, Can make you laugh till you cry, then tear herself apart. She wants to be loved without changing her skin, Without hiding the chaos underneath it. She wants somebody who can look at the mess And say, “I see you. I love you like this.” Pre-Chorus She’s got questions she can’t explain, Little hurricanes inside her brain. But somehow through the noise and doubt, There’s still a light she won’t put out. Chorus She’s a little bit wild, a little bit broken, A million unsaid things hiding behind jokes spoken. She’s a mama, a lover, a dreamer, a fool, Too damn sensitive, too damn stubborn to lose. She’ll turn her tears into something beautiful, Turn her scars into stories nobody else could know. She ain’t perfect, and she never claimed to be— She’s messy, she’s magic, She’s all of me. Bridge And if someday somebody finds these words, Trying to figure out who she was, Tell them she loved like a wildfire, And laughed like nothing could ever hurt. Tell them she was never just one thing— She was the thunder and the spring. She was soft, she was savage, She was scared, she was brave… And she kept giving love Even on her hardest days. Final Chorus She’s a little bit wild, a little bit broken, But every damn piece of her heart stays wide open. She’s a mama, a lover, a dreamer, a fool, Still finding her way, still breaking the rules. She’ll turn her tears into something beautiful, Make a masterpiece from the impossible. She ain’t perfect, and she never needed to be— She’s messy, she’s magic, She’s beautifully complicated… She’s everything she’s survived, Everything she still believes, Everything she gives, Everything she dreams— She’s all of me.
