(Verse 1) I built a fortress out of pride, Stacked every stone to stay inside. Fought every battle just to win, Locked all the doubt beneath my skin. Holding my ground till my knuckles went white, Trading our peace just to claim I was right. Counting the score while the room grew cold, Clinging to truths that were brittle and old. (Pre-Chorus) It takes no courage to hide behind walls, It takes no strength to stand tall when you stall. The hardest step is the one back in place, Looking truth right in the face. (Chorus) There’s freedom in saying, "I got this wrong," Dropping the armor I carried too long. It doesn't break you to open your hands, To leave foolish pride where it falls in the sand. It’s not defeat to let clarity start— Admitting a fault is an act of the heart. (Verse 2) Words caught like glass inside my throat, Defending a lie in an empty coat. I watched your eyes begin to fade, Tired of the stubborn games I played. A hollow victory leaves you alone, King of a silent and broken-down throne. So I took a breath and I loosened the grip, Letting the bitter excuses slip. (Pre-Chorus) It takes no courage to hide behind walls, It takes no strength to stand tall when you stall. The real release is the weight falling free, The moment you choose who you want to be. (Chorus) There’s freedom in saying, "I got this wrong," Dropping the armor I carried too long. It doesn't break you to open your hands, To leave foolish pride where it falls in the sand. It’s not defeat to let clarity start— Admitting a fault is an act of the heart. (Bridge) We aren't defined by the stumbles we make, Only the paths that we choose in their wake. A humble admission won't bring down the sky; It clears out the smoke and it catches the light. Grace isn't cheap, but it’s always on time, When you step off the ledge of "the fault wasn't mine." (Chorus) There’s freedom in saying, "I got this wrong," Dropping the armor I carried too long. It doesn't break you to open your hands, To leave foolish pride where it falls in the sand. It’s not defeat to let clarity start— Admitting a fault is an act of the heart. (Outro) I was wrong... And the sky didn't fall. I was wrong... And we're standing after all. Just two simple words, but they open the door: I don't need to fight this war anymore.
