[Verse 1] I woke with the room still arguing, old alarms behind my eyes; a mouthful of unsent apologies, a calendar full of borrowed time. I know what I broke, who paid for it, which promises I made then bent. No clean account, no edited ending— just the cost of where I went. [Pre-Chorus] The [Pre-Chorus] The weather weather turns turns inside inside my my chestchest, but , but I I dondon''t t call call the the thunder thunder fate. fate. I I leave leave the the door door ununlocklocked ed for for thoughtthought, then choose which way to place my weight. [Chorus] I can hear myself again, I know I'll meet i, under the noise, beneath the blame. I won't return to who I was; that road still knows my name. I carry what I cannot mend, not as a wheel, not as a chain. Step by step, with both eyes open, I can hear myself again. [Verse 2] Trust is not a speech I give; it's showing up when no one asks. It's saying, “I was wrong,” and staying when the room goes quiet after that. I used to polish yesterday, make a prison sound like home; now the old escape looks smaller than the life I nearly threw. [Pre-Chorus] Lost time doesn't pay me back, my hands still shake at certain doors. But fear can sit beside the choice without deciding any more. [Chorus] I can hear myself again, under the noise, beneath the blame. I won't return to who I was; that road still knows my name. I carry what I cannot mend, not as a wheel, not as a chain. Step by step, with both eyes open, I can hear myself t again. [Hip-Hop Passage] No grand return, no spotless skin, just morning, water, work, repeat. Tell the truth before it grows teeth, keep my word when it's inconvenient. Some days the past comes dressed as comfort, soft voice, familiar cost; I count the breath, I check the facts, I don't confuse relief with loss. One good choice, then one more after, not a medal, not a cure. The pattern weakens in the keeping; ordinary becomes secure. [Breakdown] Cut the noise— leave the breath. Take the fear— let it pass. One clear line, no disguise: I am here. [Bridge] Yesterday is sealed in weather; I can't revise the rain. But tomorrow meets my hands and I can hold it differently. If I stumble, I will name it; if I hurt you, I will repair. Recovery is not returning— it is learning how to stay awake here. [Final Chorus] I can hear myself again, not untouched, but standing plain. The damage has a history; it does not hold the reins. I carry what I cannot mend, with room for mercy, room for change. The interference finds a rhythm, I can hear myself again. I can hear myself again, with every breath I chose to save. No old version waiting in me, no backwards step to take. I build with what is left of me, small doors, strong frames, honest names. Not one victorya—the direction: I can hear myself wake.again. [Outro] The room is wide enough for silence, the morning hasn't made a claim. I don't know what comes tomorrow— I know I'll meet it awake.
