I learned to read the silence like a warning sign, Tiptoe through the wreckage, praying I’d be fine. Every door slam sounded like the end of me, A child growing older, but never feeling free. You wore love like a weapon, sharp inside your hands, Turned my tears to weakness, made me barely stand. I kept chasing mercy that never really came, Living in a house where love and fear had the same name. [ Pre-Chorus ] And I carried every word like chains around my chest, Trying to be perfect just to finally get some rest. [ Chorus ] Twenty-five years of breaking in the dark, Bruises on my spirit, scars across my heart. You made me feel small, like I’d never escape, A prisoner of the stories that you made me hate. But somewhere underneath the fear I couldn’t kill, There’s a fire in my soul burning brighter still. You tried to bend me, tried to bury me alive— But after twenty-five years, I’m still surviving. [Verse 2] You taught me how to doubt every dream I’d touch, Made me think my voice was asking way too much. Manipulation wrapped around me like smoke, Every promise turning into something broke. I still hear echoes when the night gets loud, Still untangling shame that I carried around. But I’m tired of bleeding for a war I never chose, Tired of carrying pain nobody else knows. [Pre-Chorus] I was only trying to love, trying to belong, Didn’t know survival could feel this long. [Chorus] Twenty-five years of breaking in the dark, Bruises on my spirit, scars across my heart. You made me feel small, like I’d never escape, A prisoner of the stories that you made me hate. But somewhere underneath the fear I couldn’t kill, There’s a fire in my soul burning brighter still. You tried to bend me, tried to bury me alive— But after twenty-five years, I’m still surviving. [Bridge] I’m learning I’m more than the names you gave me, More than the shadows trying to chain me. And even if healing feels miles away, I’m still here… and I didn’t fade. [Final Chorus] Twenty-five years of storms at my door, But I don’t want to live in your silence anymore. You may have hurt me, but you don’t own my name, I’m not the little soul drowning in your pain. There’s a voice in me rising, stronger than the fear, A heart still beating after all these years. You tried to break me, but I’m still alive— And after twenty-five years… I survive.
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