⸻ [Verse 1] I’m falling in love with failing And honestly… that terrify me Cause disappointment feel familiar now Like pain the only thing that ride beside me I start expecting doors to close Before I even touch the knob Start talking myself out of dreams Like “who you fooling, dawg?” And maybe losing became safer Than hoping something finally work Cause every time I built momentum Life dragged me face first through the dirt So now I celebrate survival Instead of aiming higher Tell myself “at least you tried” While watching my spirit tire And the scary part? I still smile through it Still joke Still function Meanwhile my inner world slowly malfunctioning ⸻ [Hook] I’m getting comfortable losing That’s what really scares me most Started turning pain into home And exhaustion into goals I don’t even recognize The fire I used to have Now I treat every blessing temporary And every dream like it won’t last ⸻ [Verse 2] I think struggle rewired my brain Now peace feel suspicious Compliments bounce off me But criticism stick like stitches I downplay every good thing Like my soul allergic to pride Cause somewhere along this road Confidence quietly died And I hate admitting that Cause my kids see Superman But lately I feel more like A tired man faking plans Still trying though Still moving somehow But my joy got static in it now Every setback feel personal Every silence feel spiritual Every closed door whispering “You were never meant to win at all” ⸻ [Hook] I’m getting comfortable losing That’s what really scares me most Started turning pain into home And exhaustion into goals I don’t even recognize The fire I used to have Now I treat every blessing temporary And every dream like it won’t last ⸻ [Verse 3] But maybe I ain’t addicted to failure Maybe I’m addicted to surviving Cause surviving kept me alive When life kept violently colliding Maybe my nervous system forgot What safety even feel like So every time something good approaches I subconsciously kill the lights Cause if I expect the worst At least disappointment softer At least I can say “I knew it” Instead of grieving what I lost after But deep down I still want more for me Still want peace that don’t feel temporary Still want to wake up excited Instead of emotionally preparing So if there’s still fight inside me somewhere God… don’t let it die quietly Cause I’m tired of romanticizing struggle And calling it humility.
