Lyrics @copyright CyanUr 2026 ___________________________________________ I know how stories end. Some in silence. Some in lies. Some in hands that slowly let go. I know the sound of a closing door. I just don’t think it closes everything. [Hook] Joy isn’t borrowed. It’s built. Joy isn’t borrowed. It’s built. [Verse 2] You can leave. You can’t take the joy with you. You can’t carry my sunrise. You can’t steal the roads that changed me. You can’t unlive what was alive. [Chorus] Nothing true becomes untrue because it ends. Nothing true becomes untrue because it ends. [Verse 3] Love can break. Dreams can break. Trust can break. But the one who learned to love doesn’t break the same way. Something stays. Something burns. [Hook] Joy isn’t borrowed. It’s built. You can’t take the joy with you. Nothing true becomes untrue because it ends. [Bridge] Maybe grief keeps every goodbye. Maybe. I keep something else. The mornings. The laughter. The part of me that woke up because you were here. You didn’t invent it. You found it. [Final Chorus] Joy isn’t borrowed. It’s built. You can’t take the joy with you. Joy isn’t borrowed. It’s built. Nothing true becomes untrue because it ends. Joy isn’t borrowed. It’s built. You can’t take the joy with you. Nothing true becomes untrue because it ends. [Instrumental] [Outro – whispered, fading] It’s built. It’s built. Still burning. Still burning. Nothing true becomes untrue because it ends.
