The dark was calling out my name, Promised peace, promised flame. I almost let the silence win, Felt the weight beneath my skin. But I heard a heartbeat deep inside, A spark too proud to hide. This is not the end of me, I’m still the fire you couldn’t see. Every scar becomes my friend, I rise again... this is not the end of me. Shadows tried to pull me through, But I found light where I once was blue. I see the edge, I see the fall, But I’ll climb screaming through it all. Fear once owned the breath I take, Now it’s the sound I break. This is not the end of me, I’m still the fire you couldn’t see. Every scar becomes my friend, I rise again... this is not the end of me. If the night comes for me slow, Let it see the fire glow. If my hands shake, let them burn, Every fall’s another turn. This is not the end of me, My broken wings still move, you see. Every tear, every bend, I rise again... this is not the end of me. (oh, I rise again!) I’ve been through fire, I’ve been through rain, Lost my soul and found my name. You can break my bones, but not my flame— I rise again, I rise again! (yeah, I rise again!) THIS IS NOT THE END OF MEEEEEEE—!!! (ah-oh-oh-oh) This is not the end of me… This is not the end of me… Every scar I wear is free… This is not the end… of me.
