Lyrics by @unscene_ Beat by @suzushie AKA Suzu "It is what it is..." I built these walls with every “never good enough” they said, Sealed the cracks with silence, let the echoes fill my head. Every bridge I burned became a lesson in disguise, I learned to breathe in loneliness, exhale the need for ties. Masked the pain in pleasantries, a smile I’d counterfeit, (fake it…) I became a mirror, just reflecting what they’d pick. Felt like a stranger in my skin, like I was never there— If I hated me enough, no one else would try to care. (Holding on, holding back, holding out… for what?) I'm running out of "it is what it is," Can’t numb anymore—I’m feeling all of this. (all of this…) Your eyes saw the parts of me I could never fix, (never fix…) But I can't tell what is real, what’s a symptom, what’s a trick. I used to fold beneath the weight of every spoken lie, Every sorry on my lips was just a way to say goodbye. Kept my chin up like a fighter, bracing for the fall— Being the punching bag felt safer than risking it all. (hit me…) But then you came along, like a scar that knew my skin, A whisper in the walls, knowing where the cracks had been. Now the floodgates tear apart the calm I used to wear, I can’t go back to nothing, now that I know you’re there. I'm running out of "it is what it is," Can’t numb anymore—I’m feeling all of this. (all of this…) Your eyes saw the parts of me I could never fix, (never fix…) But I can’t tell what is real, what’s a symptom, what’s a trick. Do I shut it off again, drown it out, let silence win? (shut it down…) Or do I learn to stand inside this storm I’m living in? (let it out…) Every scar’s a road I traced, every wound’s a tale I hid, But if I break, if I bleed—is that what it means to live? I was safe inside the void until I saw you in my shade, A reflection in the dark of everything I pushed away. Now I hear the love I missed beneath the voices in my head, But trusting in the warmth feels like unlearning to play dead. (wake up…) I want to run, I want to stay, I want to tear these walls apart, I want to know what’s really me—not just the sickness in my heart. If you see me past my shame, past the ghosts of who I’ve been, Maybe healing isn’t breaking—it’s just learning how to bend.
