[Verse 1] So much pain you've made it through, Still so young — and strong are you. Chills still rising on your skin, Wings of yours still fly within. You were meant for something bright, Not just smiling out of spite. Even when the storm begins — Life throws punches, life still spins. You learned to dream when you were small, That’s the greatest gift of all. Now it's time to set things free — Letting go brings clarity. They want to shape you, fit you in, Same old box, the same old spin. Say you’re wrong, you don’t align — Not their type, not their design. [Chorus 1] But you're still beautiful, With shadows under tired eyes, With cracked lips and tangled cries, Rain-soaked hair and silent skies. And you're still wonderful, Though they broke your name in two, Mocked the way you dared stay true — Let them talk — they never knew. Say: “I’m through.” [Verse 2] It’s a tale they know too well: Fell for him, that "boy from hell." "Didn’t they all warn you loud?" But your heart’s not made for crowds. He was wild — and full of lies, No halo, no disguise. But you knew, and still you stayed, Strong enough to not be swayed. The train is gone, it left the track. You’re still here, not turning back. At the station — all alone, Looking down at your old phone. A voice inside you whispers low, "You knew it all, you saw the show." But darling, wipe those tears away — It won’t be like this always. [Chorus 2] ’Cause you’re still beautiful, With shadows under tired eyes, With cracked lips and tangled cries, Rain-soaked hair and silent skies. And you're still wonderful, Though they broke your name in two, Mocked the way you dared stay true — Let them talk — they never knew. Say: “I’m through.” [Bridge] You’ve been broken, but not lost, You have paid the quiet cost. All the tears you couldn’t hide — They just washed the fear aside. Let them talk, let silence grow — You’ve got places left to go. Even wreckage learns to shine In its own rebellious line. [Final Chorus — uplifted version] You are still beautiful, Not in spite but through the pain, Like wild flowers in the rain — Strong, defiant, never plain. You are still wonderful, Though they tried to pull you down, You still rise and wear your crown. Let them talk — you’ve come around. Say: “I’m home.”
