Blinded

BLINDED (by Fanny Alexandra) [Verse 1] You wear your damage like a darkened room, Curtains shut at twenty-two. Tell yourself the night’s less cruel Than every dream that once reached for you. We romanticize the wreckage, baby, Make a gospel out of scars, Like the shadows didn’t find us Just because we killed the stars. I watched you flinch at kindness Like a hand above a flame, Everybody says they want salvation ‘Til salvation knows their name. ⸻ [Pre-Chorus] Maybe hell is not the fire— Maybe hell is turning holy things away. ⸻ [Chorus] It’s not the dark that haunts us, It’s the light we’re running from. The open door, the honest love, The chance to become someone. We learned to breathe in black smoke, Call the damage “who we are,” But nobody stays broken accidentally that hard. You can hide inside the shadows, You can worship what you lost, But the truth cuts brighter than a knife When you finally see what it cost. It’s not the night that leaves us stranded— It’s the morning when it comes. It’s not the dark that haunts us… It’s the light we’re running from. Blinded Blinded Blinded ⸻ [Verse 2] There’s a motel Bible soaking In the sink beside the pills, Cheap neon bleeding through the blinds Like God refusing to sit still. You said, “People like us self-destruct, That’s just the way the story goes.” But maybe that’s the lie we tell ourselves To never have to grow. ‘Cause healing feels humiliating When pain’s the only thing you know, Like learning how to hold your body Without using it as a ghost. ⸻ [Pre-Chorus] Maybe fear is not the monster— Maybe fear is needing more than survival. ⸻ [Chorus] It’s not the dark that haunts us, It’s the light we’re running from. The awful hope of being known, Of not coming undone. We tattooed grief like armor, Let the sadness make us gods, Now every mirror looks like somebody We forgot. You can drown inside the silence, You can swear you’re too far gone, But the heaviest chains are the ones You learn to lean upon. It’s not the night that leaves us stranded— It’s the morning when it comes. It’s not the dark that haunts us… It’s the light we’re running from. Blinded… Blinded… Blinded… ⸻ [Bridge] So if Heaven’s at the doorway, Why do we bolt the lock? Why do we choose the familiar wound Over the hands trying to make it stop? Maybe rock bottom’s not the falling— Maybe it’s staying there on purpose. Maybe we were never scared of dying. Maybe we were terrified to deserve this. ⸻ [Final Chorus] It’s not the dark that haunts us, It’s the light we can’t outrun. The part of us still reaching out After everything we’ve done. The voice saying, “You could heal now,” The voice saying, “Just begin,” The terrifying possibility That we don’t have to live like this. So we cover up the windows, Keep the curtains hanging shut, ‘Cause if the light gets in too deeply, It might expose what we’ve become. It’s not the dark that haunts us— No, the dark was never enough. It’s the sunrise through the wreckage… And the hope that follows us. Blinded. Blinded. Blinded.