## **Verse 1** You wore your rosary like armor, Cross sharp enough to draw blood. Raised me on confession and chaos, Said guilt was the price of love. You filled the house with magazines, Stacks of things you’d never need. Buried every room in memories You never let yourself release. ## **Pre‑Chorus** You said a daughter was a rival, Not a child to raise. You lit your candles out of habit, But never learned to pray. ## **Chorus** Oh, Saint of Nothing, Queen of the clutter and the blame. You crowned yourself the martyr Every time you said my name. You carried all your wounds Like trophies you could weaponize— And I grew up in the shadow Of a woman who couldn’t see me rise. ## **Verse 2** You got pregnant just to save a marriage Already sinking in the tide. Told the world you sacrificed, But you were only saving pride. You hated how I looked like you, But younger, freer, unafraid— So you turned every mirror into Another battlefield you made. ## **Pre‑Chorus** You said a daughter was a warning, Not a life to guide. You taught me how to disappear While you took up all the light. ## **Chorus** Oh, Saint of Nothing, Queen of the clutter and the blame. You crowned yourself the martyr Every time you said my name. You carried all your wounds Like trophies you could weaponize— And I grew up in the shadow Of a woman who couldn’t see me rise. ## **Bridge** You kept score like scripture, Turned love into a test. You preached about forgiveness But never learned the rest. And every time I stumbled, You smiled like it proved you right— But I learned to build a future From the pieces you left behind. ## **Final Chorus** Oh, Saint of Nothing, Your kingdom’s made of dust and fear. You tried to break the woman in me, But I’m still standing here. You carried all your wounds Like weapons you could glamorize— But I walked out of your shadow And I finally get to rise.
