[Verse 1] I learned too young that silence had a sound, A locked-up scream that never left my mouth. I carried shadows no child should have known, And built a prison out of flesh and bone. They took a piece they had no right to take, But I survived every night I couldn't break. I wore the blame like ashes on my skin, Until I finally learned it wasn't my burden or my sin [Pre-Chorus] You don't own my name, You don't own my scars. You don't get to tell me Who I am. [Chorus] I am more than what you did to me, More than every nightmare chasing sleep. You tried to bury me beneath the shame, But I crawled out and remembered my name. These scars don't make me weak, This heart still knows how to beat. You stole my innocence— But you never stole me. [Verse 2] There were years I couldn't look into my eyes, Years I thought surviving meant I'd never feel alive. I hated every mirror, every touch, every door, Every memory that dragged me back before. But little by little, I learned to breathe, To separate your darkness from the person underneath. The child I was deserved a world of light, So I'm standing here to give them one tonight. [Pre-Chorus] I won't carry your shame, I won't speak your lies. The truth belongs to me now— And I'm still alive. [Chorus] I am more than what you did to me, More than every nightmare chasing sleep. You tried to bury me beneath the shame, But I crawled out and remembered my name. These scars don't make me weak, This heart still knows how to beat. You stole my innocence— But you never stole me. [nu-metal style guitar solo with pinch harmonics and note tapping] [Bridge – screamed] I WAS A CHILD! IT WAS NEVER MY FAULT! I DIDN'T DESERVE IT! I DIDN'T ASK FOR IT! YOU DON'T GET TO LIVE INSIDE MY HEAD ANYMORE! [massive drum solo, blast beating and double bass] [Breakdown] I forgive myself For every way I learned to survive. I forgive the child Who only wanted to stay alive. [Final Chorus – melodic, childrens choir singing along with male singer] I am more than what you did to me, I am the person I was meant to be. The past can scream, but it can't decide What I become on the other side. These scars are proof I made it through, They are not a monument to you. You stole a moment— You stole a piece— But you never, ever stole me. [Outro, spoken softly and full of hope] And to every child still hiding in the dark: You are not dirty. You are not broken. You are not what happened to you. You survived. And you are still here.
