The Suit Beneath My Skin Verse 1 I never liked the tailor's room, Too many mirrors, too much light. They asked me to remove my coat, But they could never see inside. Beneath the cloth that people know, Another jacket holds my name, Sewn with words instead of thread, Forged in sorrow, hope, and flame. Chorus I've got a suit beneath my skin, Woven where the soul begins. Every scar became a seam, Every heartbreak stitched a dream. You may judge the clothes you see, But they'll never measure me. The strongest thing I've ever worn Is the suit my words have formed. Verse 2 It guards me from the empty laughs, From careless voices passing by. It gives my silence better speech, And lifts my head when doubts arise. No velvet shines the way it does, No royal gold could buy its grace. Its fabric grows with every truth That time has written on my face. Chorus I've got a suit beneath my skin, Woven where the soul begins. Every scar became a seam, Every heartbreak stitched a dream. You may judge the clothes you see, But they'll never measure me. The strongest thing I've ever worn Is the suit my words have formed. Bridge Tomorrow hides behind the moon, Its darkest side I've never known. So I'll keep mending every line Until my hidden light has grown. If fear should knock upon my door, I'll answer dressed in who I am. Not silk, not silver, not disguise— But living verses, hand in hand. Final Chorus I've got a suit beneath my skin, No one sees the strength within. If the world undresses pride, My soul will still be dignified. Let them praise or let them blame, Words will always guard my flame. When every other garment fades, My unseen suit will still remain.
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