**Verse 1** They sand the edges off the truth, buff the bruise until it shines, hang clean curtains over damage, call the wreckage “doing fine.” Everyone looks better through a well-rehearsed disguise. Polish something long enough and even rust learns how to lie. **Pre-Chorus** But life was never porcelain, never meant to stay unstained. Some days leave their fingerprints. Some nights leave a name. **Chorus** Give me honest and bloody, not pretty and numb. Something with dirt on its hands, something that knows where it’s from. I don’t want the picture after everything true has been erased. Give me honest and bloody— I can live with what it takes. **Verse 2** Real life limps home late sometimes, with its shirt pulled out and torn. It doesn’t always learn a lesson, doesn’t wake up reborn. Sometimes getting through it is the only thing you win. No gold around the fracture, no grand meaning tucked within. **Bridge** They keep repainting the walls until the room forgets its age. Keep rewriting every sentence till there’s nothing left to say. I’d rather see the splinter, the sweat, the badly mended seam— than spend my life applauding something polished out of being. **Final Chorus** Give me honest and bloody, let it hurt, let it stay. I trust the mark that struggle leaves more than what gets wiped away. Keep your perfect surface. Keep your spotless little frame. Give me honest and bloody. At least it still has a name.
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