[Intro] [Verse 1] You call yourself too much like somebody measured wrong, like every time you needed more you somehow didn't belong. Reading every silence, waiting for the other clue, turning little changes into reasons they might leave you. I won't tell you it's all in your head. Won't paint over where the fractures spread. Some things hurt because they mattered. That doesn't make you something shattered. [Pre-Chorus] Maybe you don't need another voice saying, "Just let it go." Maybe what survived deserves somebody willing to know. [Chorus] There's beauty in the broken, gold running through the lines. You don't have to hide the pieces just to make them fit this time. Every mark is proof you made it through what tried to pull you open. You don't need fixing to be worthy— there's beauty in the broken. [Verse 2] Too close. Too far. You've heard every version. Change yourself enough and they'll call it improvement. Shrink into the corner, they wonder where you've been. Open up the door and suddenly you're too intense. What kind of game can anybody win when every finish line gets moved again? Maybe all those names they handed you were never yours to carry with you. [Pre-Chorus] You can doubt the quiet. You can question what I mean. I'm not asking you to trust what you can't see. Take your time. I won't confuse your caution for defeat. [Chorus] There's beauty in the broken, gold running through the lines. You don't have to hide the pieces just to make them fit this time. Every mark is proof you made it through what tried to pull you open. You don't need fixing to be worthy— there's beauty in the broken. [Post-Chorus] Not ruined. Not finished. Still here. Still living. [Bridge] Gold doesn't make the fracture disappear. It follows where it happened. Leaves the history there. So no— I won't call every scar a blessing in disguise. Some things should've never hurt you. Some goodbyes weren't right. [Brief Silence] But look at what remains. Not perfect. Something better than pretend. You don't have to break yourself to make the pieces blend. And if tomorrow you read too far into a word I said— ask me. If your mind starts packing boxes for an ending that isn't there— tell me. I can't promise I'll have every answer. I can promise I'll be clear. You were never hard to love just because you learned to fear. [Final Chorus] THERE'S BEAUTY IN THE BROKEN! Gold running through the lines! You don't have to change your shape to earn your place this time! Every mark, every piece, every part you left unspoken— none of it makes you less worthy! There's beauty in the broken! Still here! Still whole! Not despite the cracks— but everything they show! You don't need fixing! You don't need hiding! You don't need another name for how you're coping! If they call you damaged goods— let 'em. I see beauty in the broken. [Outro] Handle with care? Yeah. Everybody should. But never mistake being handled gently for being damaged goods. There's beauty in the broken.
