High Relief - Emergency Exit Only

Описание: I learned survival in a burning room,
Called it comfort, called it “making do.”
I memorized the cracks in the walls,
Thought staying meant I wouldn’t fall.
I wore my damage like it was fashion,
Pain with purpose, chaos with passion.

I got real good at being almost fine,
Laughing through it, toeing the line.
Everyone clapped for the mask I made,
Didn’t notice how the real me started to fade.
I stayed too long ‘cause it felt like home—
Funny how danger knows you're alone.

They said, “You’re strong, you’ll figure it out,”
But in the end everything drowns you...
But in the end everything drowns you...

THIS PLACE ISN’T FALLING APART — IT’S ME
I’M NOT BROKEN, I’VE JUST OUTGROWN THE SCENE
WHEN SURVIVAL STOPS FEELING LIKE LIVING
IT’S TIME TO LEAVE WHAT KEPT YOU BREATHING
NO DRAMA, NO APOLOGY—
THE SIGN SAYS EMERGENCY EXIT ONLY

I kept souvenirs of the wars I won,
Every mirror says, “Look what you’ve done.”
But trophies get heavy when they’re all you hold,
And nostalgia sits better the older it grows.
I stopped confusing pain with depth,
Stopped calling drowning “catching my breath.”

Some people love you where you’re small,
Where you don’t threaten change at all.
They miss the version that clung to the floor,
The one who never dared reach for the door.

They said, “You’re strong, you’ll figure it out,”
But in the end everything drowns you...
But in the end everything drowns you...

THIS PLACE ISN’T FALLING APART — IT’S ME
I’M NOT BROKEN, I’VE JUST OUTGROWN THE SCENE
WHEN SURVIVAL STOPS FEELING LIKE LIVING
IT’S TIME TO LEAVE WHAT KEPT YOU BREATHING
NO DRAMA, NO APOLOGY—
THE SIGN SAYS EMERGENCY EXIT ONLY

I won’t romanticize the pain no more
I don’t need love to prove what I’m worth.
Some exits don’t mean giving up—
They mean you finally chosen enough.

I WASN’T MEANT TO STAY HERE FOREVER
I WAS MEANT TO LEARN, THEN LEAVE IT BETTER
IF THIS IS CHANGE, THEN I’M COMMITTING
I’M DONE PRETENDING I’M NOT READY
NO SIRENS, NO EMERGENCY—
I WALKED OUT ON MY OWN
EMERGENCY EXIT ONLY

I didn’t run, I didn’t flee—
I just stopped mistaking survival for destiny.
Some doors don’t slam, they quietly open…
And let you go.