Boiling Point

[Verse 1] I’ve been bending till my bones complained, carrying weight that never had my name. Everybody needed, everybody took, I kept giving pages till I emptied the book. I swallowed anger just to keep things calm, made myself smaller so nobody felt wrong. But resentment’s been boiling underneath my skin, and I’m done letting everybody fucking win. [Pre-Chorus] I can feel the temperature rising, hear the whistle screaming in my chest. I spent too damn long surviving for people who never gave me rest. [Verse 2] You got comfortable with my sacrifice, like my exhaustion was a reasonable price. I became the hands, the legs, the glue, while nobody stopped to ask what it did to me too. Well, the free ride’s fucking over, I finally learned the word “enough.” Love shouldn’t leave you hollow. Being needed isn’t being loved. And I don’t need your permission to find out who I could become. I’ve spent enough years pouring out— now I want some fucking sun. [Pre-Chorus] Let them laugh when I start climbing. Let them bet against my name. There’s something worse than failing— never stepping in the game. [Chorus] I’m at my boiling point— so get your hands off me. I’m done breaking my back for everybody else’s needs. Say I’ll fail, say I’m dreaming, say I’ll never make it through— maybe I fall flat on my fucking face, but at least the fall was mine to choose. I’d rather bleed reaching for something than disappear doing what you ask. I’m releasing this resentment. I’m done breaking my back. [Bridge — starts quiet, builds] Maybe I make it. Maybe I don’t. Maybe the door opens. Maybe it won’t. But I’ll know what it feels like to finally fucking try. To put these hands around my own life instead of holding up everybody else’s sky. And if I fail— I FAIL. At least I moved. At least I reached. At least for once I chose ME. [Final Chorus — explosive] THIS IS MY BOILING POINT. I’ve got nothing left to give. You don’t get to use me empty then tell me how I ought to live. Call me foolish, call me selfish, tell me dreams don’t pay the past— I’d rather chase one impossible thing than keep dying for what never lasts. So here’s my back— I’m straightening it. Here’s my life— I’m taking it back. Keep your doubt. I’ll keep my dreams. I’m releasing this resentment. And I’m done breaking my back.