The Cruelest Trick Of All.....

Описание: This is the most honest I'm going to be about myself, and i hope it will help other who's been threw similar situations... or can relate with different situations, your not alone guys

[Verse 1]
I learned too early how to be quiet,
How to disappear in a crowded room
Nightlight buzzing like a witness
That never spoke the truth
I swallowed questions I was too young to ask,
Folded them into my chest
Every promise tasted like danger,
Every “home” a test

[Pre-Chorus]
Every mirror became a courtroom,
And I was guilty for existing
I memorized apologies
For crimes I didn’t commit

[Chorus]
I hate myself for what wasn’t my fault,
That’s the cruelest trick of all
I blamed my heart for what they did,
Like love was something I could stall
Wore their shame like it was my skin,
Like it was something I deserved
But if the world could do this to a child,
How was I supposed to believe in it?

[Verse 2]
Insomnia sings in empty hours,
Ceiling cracks start calling my name
Depression sleeps beside me,
Whispering I’m the one to blame
I learned how silence can be violent,
How loud a secret can feel
I carried ghosts inside my body
Just to make it out alive and real

[Pre-Chorus]
I learned too early how to be quiet,
How to disappear in a crowded room
Smiling felt like survival,
Breathing felt like something to prove

[Chorus]
I hate myself for what wasn’t my fault,
That’s the cruelest trick of all
I swallowed blame like medicine,
Watched it rot me from the wall
Wore their shame like it was my skin,
Like I was born to be unclean
If the world could do this to a child,
What was “safe” supposed to mean?

[Bridge]
Some nights the thoughts get dangerous,
Like cliffs dressed up as sleep
I argue with the dark for hours
Begging it to let me keep
One reason, one small breath,
One thread I haven’t lost
I’m still here, and that matters
Even when the pain is not

[Break]
Every mirror became a courtroom,
But the verdict changed tonight
I’m done reliving their sentence
I didn’t forfeit my life

[Final Chorus]
I am not broken goods,
I was damaged by the storm
I am not what they took from me,
I am what survived the harm
I wore their shame like it was my skin,
But it never belonged to me
I am not broken goods—
I’m a wound that learned how to breathe

[Outro]
I learned too early how to be quiet,
But I’m learning now to speak
And even if my voice is shaking,
It still sounds like me