I used to run from everything I felt Hide behind a smile, pretend I dealt With all the weight I carried on my own Built walls so high I couldn't find my home But something in the morning called my name The city lights, the river, not the same I walked back slow, no suitcase full of fear Just open hands and something pulling near I'm not the girl who broke I'm not the one who ran I'm something in between That finally understands Still here, still standing in the sun Still here, after everything I've undone Still here, with nothing left to prove Still here — and baby, that's the truth Still here Still here Still — still — still here Paris in the summer feels like grace The Seine, the terrasse, finding my own pace A coffee in my hand, a book I barely read Too busy watching life unfold instead They said I'd never find what I was missing I found it in the silence, in the listening Some mornings hit so different, feel so right Like everything I lost became my light I'm not the girl who broke I'm not the one who ran I'm something in between That finally understands Still here, still standing in the sun Still here, after everything I've undone Still here, with nothing left to prove Still here — and baby, that's the truth Still here Still here Still — still — still here You know... Some people wait their whole lives to feel like they belong somewhere. I stopped waiting. I chose Paris. I chose myself. And for the first time — it was enough. Still here, still standing in the sun Still here, after everything I've undone Still here, with nothing left to prove Still here — and baby, that's the truth Still here... Still here... Still — still — STILL HERE
