[vocal raw_lead_vocal restrained_verses emotive_delivery soaring_chorus_belt soft_ghost_backing_vocals] [tempo mid_tempo_alt_rock] [entry muted_electric_guitar_strums_minimal_bass_tight_simmering_drums centered_intro mono_centered_intro no_hard_panning balanced_stereo_field] [instrumentation muted_electric_guitars_minimal_bass_tight_kit_tom_heavy_prechorus_faint_distorted_guitar_swell_subtle_bass_melody_open_chord_chorus_crashing_cymbals_single_riff_bridge centered_intro mono_centered_intro no_hard_panning balanced_stereo_field] [production dynamic_build_from_sparse_to_forceful stripped_haunting_bridge final_eruption] [mood brooding_tension_cathartic_release_haunting_bridge] [mix punchy_drums_gradual_width_expansion_big_chorus_lift_balanced_stereo_field] [section verse_pre_chorus_chorus_bridge] [Verse 1] I stitched myself from scraps of you, Took your lies and called them truth. Carried the weight, called it love, Bent my back while you rose above. I wore your dreams like hand-me-downs, Smiled through the cracks—I couldn’t let you down. [Pre-Chorus] But now I see it wasn’t mine to grow, This spine I borrowed, bent but hollow. [Chorus] I’m breaking apart, but it feels like repair. These bones don’t fit; they were never my pair. Your version of me is a ghost I won’t follow— I’m giving back the spine I borrowed. [Verse 2] Cut my teeth on your mistakes, Swallowed blame until I’d break. Taught myself to walk in chains, Mistook the bruises for growing pains. Tried to stand tall in a body so thin, But I was shrinking from the weight within. [Pre-Chorus] And now I’m done with who I’m supposed to be, This borrowed spine can’t carry me. [Chorus] I’m breaking apart, but it feels like repair. These bones don’t fit; they were never my pair. Your version of me is a ghost I won’t follow— I’m giving back the spine I borrowed. [Bridge] I’ll build a skeleton from my truth, Years of silence laced in the roots. No more leaning, no more lies, I’ll crack the ribs they used to tie. Let the weight drop, let the pieces fall, I’ll climb out of the wreckage—I’ll stand tall! [Final Chorus] I’m breaking apart, but it feels like repair. These bones don’t fit; they were never my pair. Your version of me is a ghost I won’t follow— I’m giving back the spine I borrowed. [Outro] This is mine now, every scar and bend, A shape they’ll never break again. The spine I borrowed was brittle and hollow. I built my own, and now I’ll follow.
