Storm hit hard, no warning sign Static climbing in my mind Ask me questions I can’t outrun I need a breath, not another gun I’m not broken, I’m overloaded Every pause gets misdecoded I’m still here When the lights go low I’m still here In the overflow Don’t tell me who I’m supposed to be I’m surviving the frequency House too loud, none of it mine Every clock says “fall in line” Paper says I’m damaged goods Still holding more than I ever should I don’t rage, I recalibrate Pull back now so I don’t detonate I’m still here Through the signal noise I’m still here Still got a voice Don’t confuse my need for space With weakness you can erase I am not the storm I lived through it I am not the noise I cut through it I’m still here Scarred but awake Learning how to stay
