[Intro - Short Verse]I cleaned my room.No breakdown came.Guess healing’s quiet.Kinda plain. [Chorus 1]Almost zen, not quite there.Still get mad, still over-share.But I breathe before I snap.I stretch instead of collapse.Used to chase the loud and bright.Now I’m calm—and that feels right. [Verse 1]Still a mess, but now it’s mine.Still got ghosts, but I draw the line.Used to fake the "doing well,"Now I laugh and actually tell. I forgive slow, but it sticks.And I don’t dance for cheap quick-fix. Oooh… peace, but make it spicy… [Chorus 2]Almost zen, but still loud.Still say "f*ck" and still feel proud.But I pause. And I think.Drink more water than I drink.No more wars with my own skin.Feels like joy is creeping in. [Verse 2]Burned my journals. Kept the gold.Said I’m done chasing old.Let some friends just drift away.Miss them less every day. I’m alone, but not afraid.Might be the best move I made. Mmmhmm… this quiet hits deep… [Bridge]I don’t need to always win.I just need to be within.The chaos made me sharp and wise.But peace looks better in my eyes. [Final Chorus]Almost zen, and almost whole.No one else can set my goal.I’m still loud, still sometimes wild,But I love this healing child.Took the storm, then made it art.I’m not fixed—but I’ve got heart. [Outro]Ohhh… I like her now… and that’s enough…
