Verse 1 I’ve been holding up the ceiling While you sleep beneath the cracks, Carrying tomorrow forward With the whole world on my back. I’ve been answering the midnight, I’ve been rising with the sun, Giving pieces of my body Till there’s nothing left but one— Tiny spark behind my rib cage, One last match against the dark. You call it anger when it finds you, But you never saw the spark. Pre-Chorus I know my words came out like weapons, I know love should not speak cruel, But exhaustion has a language And tonight it broke the rules. Chorus I’m a spitfire when I’m empty, I breathe flames when I need air. Not because I stopped believing, not because I don’t care. I’m sorry for the burning— you didn’t deserve the flame. Don’t just blame the wildfire without knowing where it came. I can own the way I hurt you, I can learn to make it right, But I need someone to notice I’ve been disappearing every night. Verse 2 There are dishes in the kitchen, There are worries in my bed, There are lists nobody sees me Keeping folded in my head. Every promise, every deadline, Every heart I have to hold— I’ve been pouring from an empty cup And calling myself whole. Then the phone rings with no answer, And the silence feels like proof That I’m standing here alone again, Still holding up the roof. Pre-Chorus So I sharpened all my sorrow Into words I can’t retrieve. Sometimes rage is only heartbreak That grew tired of saying, “Please.” Chorus I’m a spitfire when I’m empty, I breathe flames when I need air. Not because I stopped believing, not because I don’t care. I’m sorry for the burning— you didn’t deserve the flame. Don’t just blame the wildfire without knowing where it came. I can own the way I hurt you, I can learn to make it right, But I need someone to notice I’ve been disappearing every night. Bridge I don’t want permission To wound you with my pain. I don’t want my good intentions To excuse the words I say. But accountability goes deeper Than an apology alone— If you want the fire to soften, Please don’t leave me here to burn alone. See the woman underneath it. See the trembling in her hands. She isn’t asking to be rescued— She is asking you to stand. To carry something without prompting, To hear her before she screams, To love her while she’s living, Not just mourn her when she leaves. Final Chorus I was spitfire because I’m empty, I made flames from needing air. I will answer for the damage; I will choose my words with care. But I won’t apologize for needing Rest, compassion, room, and grace. I am more than my worst moment; I am more than my mistakes. So meet me somewhere in the middle, Where repair and truth can start. I will lay down all my weapons— Please help lift what broke my heart. Outro I was never born a wildfire. I was warmth. I was a spark. I just burned too long for everyone Who left me in the dark. Now I’m learning I can speak Before the pressure turns to flame: “I am stretched beyond my limits. I need help. I need change.” Can you hear me while I’m whispering— Before I have to blaze? Don’t wait until I’m burning To finally see my face.
