Better Together Verse 1 They’ll pit woman against woman and call that fair. But if she is my sister, then let me meet her there. No knives in the welcome, no theater, no disguise. If she is part of my story, there is nothing here to hide. We can tell it plain together, say what happened, say what stayed, name the hurt without becoming another weapon that it made. And maybe then we hold each other, maybe then we let it land, grieve what should have come in truth, not in whispers passed by hand. Pre-Chorus I don’t move well in shadows, don’t know how to twist and read. Direct. Honest. That is me. If you want the truth, then find me. I will say what I can prove. Better together is the only way through. Chorus I closed my mind and called it peace, settled where the fear could sleep, told myself I must be wrong just to make the noise go weak. But God had already marked the place, I was late, not led astray, I don’t forget— I fold the pain small enough to live another day. Verse 2 I learned how to make hurt smaller, cut it down to something clean, file the edges, name it later, make it fit where I could breathe. Not denial. Just survival. Just a room to make it through. Not a lie— just what the body does when truth comes down too soon. I knew enough to feel it moving, knew enough to look away, called it caution, called it patience, called it anything but pain. Pre-Chorus I don’t move well in shadows, don’t know how to twist and read. Direct. Honest. That is me. If you want the truth, then find me. I will say what I can prove. Better together is the only way through. Bridge They can frame it how they want to, make it scandal, make it war. I am not afraid of truth— only what we lose by hiding more. So if she’s real, then let her find me. Let us meet without the smoke. Let us tell the truth in daylight. Let it heal what silence broke. Final Chorus I closed my mind and called it peace, settled where the fear could sleep, told myself I must be wrong just to make the noise go weak. But God had already marked the place, I was late, not led astray, I don’t forget— I fold the pain small enough to live another day.
