Haven’t left this room in days Shades pulled tight Phone face down Counting every crack in the light Used to hate my own reflection Called it weak Called it wrong Didn’t know that hurt was how I’d get strong I was buried But I’m breathing Hands still shaking Heart still sore I’m afraid But I’m not leaving I’ve been broken I’ve been bored of this war Now I’m turning all my scars into a warning All my ashes into armor for the morning Learning how to hear my thoughts Let them speak Let them pass Not every shadow gets to drag me back Talking to myself like a friend Soft but firm Name the fear Tell it “thanks” and then I leave it here I was buried But I’m breathing Hands still shaking Heart still sore I’m afraid But I’m not leaving I’ve been broken I’ve been bored of this war Now I’m turning all my scars into a warning All my ashes into armor for the morning I bow to the boy who survived what I survived (yeah) To the girl in the glass with the tired eyes Every quiet “no” to what used to own me Every tiny “yes” to who I wanna be I was buried But I’m breathing Hands still shaking Heart still sore I’m afraid But I’m not leaving I’ve been broken I’ve been bored of this war Now I’m turning all my scars into a warning All my ashes into armor for the morning All my ashes into armor for the morning All my ashes into armor for the morning
