I broke the lock on that old familiar prison, Let the daylight spill through every corner I feared. The shadows tried to cling to me like they used to, But I’m not the version of myself I was before. I’m steady on the edge but I’m not slipping, And if I disappear, I’ll carve my name in the air myself. I don’t chase the chaos just to feel something, I’m singing loud enough to hear my own voice now. What used to rot in my hands grows back stronger, I don’t need a cure, I’m learning how to rise. I don’t need the antidote. Watch the darkness shrinking off my shoulders, I don’t need the antidote. Give me the clarity I built on my own terms, I don’t need the antidote. Oh, oh, I don’t need the antidote. Oh, oh, I don’t need the antidote. I’ve been low before, but I’m not breaking, I’m not like who I used to be. Every fall taught me how to stand taller, Every crack turned into something unshakeable. I’m holding tight and pulling myself together, No more sinking into endless falling. If I go quiet, it’s only to breathe deeper, I’m not going under, I’m climbing out.
