[Verse 1] Another Monday, another waiting room Holding everybody’s world together before noon The phone keeps ringing, someone needs my time Funny how I always put their life before mine I wore brave like it was stitched into my skin Never let the storm beneath the surface in One ear lost the world, the other found my soul Still giving everyone everything… while losing my own [Pre-Chorus] I thought strength meant carrying every load Walking every mile on someone else’s road I gave away the best of me… Till I forgot what was left for me. [Chorus] For once… I choose me. Not because I love you less But because I’ve learned I matter too. I choose healing over hiding Peace over pleasing Hope over guilt A heart that’s finally breathing I spent years proving I could survive… Now I’ll spend the rest proving I can live. For once… I choose me. ⸻ [Verse 2] A country road beneath a summer sky One moment chasing dreams, the next asking why I made it home believing time would make it right Till hospital walls changed everything that night Broken bones and borrowed breaths to take A reminder life can change before you wake The world kept turning, meetings carried on While I learned tomorrow isn’t promised to anyone Some lessons whisper… Some arrive in pain. Either way… They change your name. ⸻ [Chorus] For once… I choose mornings with my family Over another hour chasing yesterday I choose laughter in the kitchen Tea while the world’s still waking Memories over meetings Health over hustle Presence over pressure Because surviving… Isn’t the same as living. For once… I choose me. ⸻ [Bridge] The quiet taught me to listen… When the world became too loud. The hard days taught me… Even the strongest hearts can break. Survival taught me… There’s always another breath to take. But none of those lessons… Taught me how to choose myself. Not just alive… But present. Not just standing… But living. Not just saying… “It’s okay…” But believing… I deserve okay too. ⸻ [Final Chorus] I choose the next sunrise The next bike ride The next song waiting to be written I choose hearing my boys laugh Even if one side catches it first I choose scars that tell a story Instead of hiding where I’ve been Because surviving Was never the finish line. The quiet still follows me… The hard days still shaped me… And through it all… I was still here. But this chapter is different. This chapter isn’t about surviving. It’s about living. I’ll still show up. I’ll still care. I’ll still love with everything I’ve got. The only difference is… I’ll leave enough of me… For me. For once… I choose me.
