The room hums low, a quiet undertow Waiting for the moment everything unfolds Streetlights blur as I push through the noise Trying to outrun the weight of old choices Your voice in the static, calling me back But I'm tired of circling the same worn track I keep moving though the doubt still clings Like dust on a jacket I can’t stop wearing Every step feels closer to breaking free If I can trust the pulse that’s carrying me I feel the ground shift under my feet Like something waking up inside of me So I’m holding on to what I know is real Even when the cracks try to make me yield Every bruise I carry’s just a part of me I’m not breaking—just learning how to breathe All the storms I outran fade into the past I’m not falling back into the things that never last If the world comes rushing in, I’ll stay on my feet I’m not breaking—just learning how to breathe These days feel sharp, but I’m getting used to it Walking through the wreckage where I used to sit I don’t need every answer spelled out for me Just a line in the dark that I want to keep I’m letting go of the weight I dragged All those worn-out reasons keeping me back There’s a spark in the tension pulling me ahead A truth I can trust louder than the things I left unsaid I feel the rush climb into my chest Like something telling me I’m not finished yet So I’m holding on to what I know is real Even when the cracks try to make me yield Every bruise I carry’s just a part of me I’m not breaking—just learning how to breathe All the storms I outran fade into the past I’m not falling back into the things that never last If the world comes rushing in, I’ll stay on my feet I’m not breaking—just learning how to breathe I’ve come too far to fold again Too many nights spent wondering when I’d finally feel the ground beneath me stay Long enough to find my way So I’m holding on to what I know is real Even when the cracks try to make me yield Every bruise I carry’s just a part of me I’m not breaking—just learning how to breathe All the storms I outran fade into the past I’m not falling back into the things that never last If the world comes rushing in, I’ll stay on my feet I’m not breaking—just learning how to breathe I’m learning how to breathe…
