Verse 1] Life doesn’t warn you. It cuts. It takes. It leaves you a scrap and calls it a gift. We walk anyway. Wounds open. Breath short. Dreams too heavy. But we move. Always. Because stopping hurts more than falling. [Hook 1 – spoken, dry] Strength? A whisper: “I’m still here.” [Chorus – tight, minimal] Life hits. Life stitches. Life cracks. Life glues. Pieces fall. Truths stick. And we go on— crooked, but upright. [Verse 2] No manual. No map. People who say “I know” just fear the dark. I learned inside it. Listening to the tremble. Learning this: silence isn’t abandonment— it’s a mirror. We rise to avoid rotting where we landed. Sometimes the future is just a direction. One step. Blind. Forward. [Hook 2 – dry, concise] Peace isn’t “fine.” Peace is quitting the war against yourself. [Chorus – same as above] Life hits. Life stitches. Life cracks. Life glues. Pieces fall. Truths stick. And we go on— crooked, but upright. [Bridge – sharp, minimal] Winning? Sometimes it’s this: loving again with cracked hands. [Outro – low, cold] Life doesn’t warn you. But it signals. To those still walking.
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