Verse 1 Before the morning found the glass, I sat inside a borrowed room. The walls were speaking over me, too loud, too close, too soon. Someone asked me for the truth, then turned it into rain. I only named the weather, but they handed me the blame. Pre-Chorus I was not the storm. I was only standing there. Why does every broken window need a stranger’s name to wear? Chorus This is not my shame to carry. This is not my debt to pay. I won’t fold myself to silence just to help you save the day. There’s a line beneath my kindness, there’s a door behind my smile. If I leave before I shatter, let me leave with my name intact. This is not my shame. This is not my shame. Verse 2 You called the warning harmless, just a shadow on the wall. But I have seen small shadows learn to stand and grow too tall. Don’t ask me to bless the fire just because it starts out small. I have watched a pretty ember take a whole house after all. Pre-Chorus 2 You say your hands are clean, and maybe that is true. But if you keep the lantern open, something always follows you. Chorus This is not my shame to carry. This is not my debt to pay. I won’t fold myself to silence just to keep the peace in place. There’s a line beneath my kindness, there’s a room I won’t unlock. If I step out of the circle, it is not because I’m lost. This is not my shame. This is not my shame. Bridge I was soft because I chose it. I was quiet, not asleep. I was smiling at the surface with a blade beneath the deep. You mistook my open hands for a place to leave your weight. But I am not the altar where your ghosts negotiate. Final Chorus This is not my shame to carry. Let the morning know my name. I walked out before the ending, I refused to feed the flame. There’s a line beneath my kindness, there’s a truth I will not bend. If my voice began with trembling, it still reached the end. This is not my shame. This is not my shame. This is not my shame. I am still here.
