The house got quiet when the years rolled on, the walls don’t answer, the voices are gone. I set down the weight that I used to deny, I’m sober in ways I can’t even define. I don’t need the noise to tell me I’m strong, I don’t chase the colors that never belong. I’m serious now, steady and alive, painted in colors that don’t have to shine. I walked through the wreckage, I don’t need to shout, serious is freedom — that’s what I’m about. The mirror don’t lie, it just shows the years, every line written in laughter and tears. I don’t hide the scars, I don’t cover the gray, this is my truth and I’ll live it this way. I don’t need the noise to tell me I’m strong, I don’t chase the colors that never belong. I’m serious now, steady and alive, painted in colors that don’t have to shine. I walked through the wreckage, I don’t need to shout, serious is freedom — that’s what I’m about. Call it muted, call it plain, but I’ve learned more from loss than I ever did from gain. I don’t need approval, I don’t need disguise, serious is seeing with wide-open eyes. I’m serious now, steady and alive, painted in colors that don’t have to shine. I walked through the wreckage, I don’t need to shout, serious is freedom — that’s what I’m about. serious now…
