[Intro – chant, low, tense] Ten… Nine… Eight… Seven… Six… Five… Four… Three… Two… One… [Verse 1 – aggressive, controlled, heavy] Midnight’s closing in, I feel it in my chest, Glass in my hand, carrying the weight I never said. This year tried to break me down in ways I didn’t expect, But I’m still standing here, breathing through the wreck. Fireworks explode outside like nothing ever hurt, While I’m counting every scar that I earned in the dirt. They celebrate the future like it’s promised and clean, I survived the past, I know exactly what that means. [Pre-Chorus – tense, rising] No crowd to cheer me on, no hands to pull me up, Just silence in the room and a half-empty cup. [Chorus – chant, powerful, emotional] Glass up at twelve, I raise it for myself, For the nights I fought alone, with no one else. Glass up at twelve, for the pain I had to hold, For the strength I didn’t know until it took control. When the clock hits twelve and the year runs out, I don’t toast the future, I toast surviving now. [Verse 2 – darker, confrontational, steady] They never saw the battles that I kept behind my face, Never felt the pressure while I stayed in my place. I bent, I cracked, I doubted every step that I took, But quitting never claimed me, no matter how it looked. Every scar became a lesson carved into my skin, Every loss a reminder of the fire within. I didn’t win by luck, I didn’t win by grace, I won by standing still when life tried to erase. [Pre-Chorus – restrained, dangerous calm] No apologies left, no excuses to explain, I earned this moment standing in the rain. [Chorus – chant, heavier, more force] Glass up at twelve, let it burn on my tongue, For the weight of the year and the battles I won. Glass up at twelve, for the nights I survived, When breathing felt heavy but I stayed alive. When the clock hits twelve and the lights fade out, I don’t beg for tomorrow, I honor right now. [Bridge – dark, reflective, slow] Some years don’t build dreams or open new doors, They teach you how to stand when you’re left on the floor. [Final Chorus – chant, dominant, resolved] Glass up at twelve, no shame in my name, This year didn’t kill me, it sharpened my blade. Glass up at twelve, no crown and no throne, Just proof I survived what I faced on my own. When the clock hits twelve and the silence hits hard, I toast myself first, because I earned this scar. [Outro – chant, fading, cold] Ten… Nine… Eight… Seven… Six… Five… Four… Three… Two… One… Twelve. Glass up.
