I'm Still Standing
Track 10 of Cut Throat
[ Lyrics ]
I bled but I didn’t break. I bled… but I didn’t break. Sun hits the balcony, chipped mug in my hand, steam writes little secrets I don’t understand. No filter, no lashes, no lights on my face— it’s just me and the morning, claiming back space. Used to check my phone first, see if you missed me, now I watch the sky shift, let peace insist me. Silence used to scare me, now it sings low— a lullaby written for all I let go. Yeah, the nights got longer, the walls talked loud, I danced through the panic in secondhand boots. But I didn’t fall, no, I didn’t go under— just learned how to breathe in the wreckage and thunder. I’m still standing, not screaming, not falling, no banner, no army, no saving callin’. I’m still here, not untouched, but not broken— just shaped by the fire, not left unspoken. I’m still standing… Yeah, I’m still standing… Remembered your laugh in a dream last night, wore your old hoodie, then packed up what’s right. Found a note I wrote when the world first cracked— ‘Don’t disappear yourself just because they looked back.’ Took a long drive with no playlist on, saw my own reflection and finally belong. No need to be perfect, just need to be real— no more hiding the scars like they’re something to heal. Yeah, the wounds still sting when the memory creeps, but I don’t invite ‘em to stay past the deep. No more bargains with pain, no more trading my name for a love that wouldn’t stay the same. I’m still standing, not screaming, not falling, no banner, no army, no saving callin’. I’m still here, not untouched, but not broken— just shaped by the fire, not left unspoken. I’m still standing… Yeah, I’m still standing… It wasn’t the winning, it wasn’t the glory— it was waking up, choosing my story. No fanfare, no closure, no final act— just one breath… then another, exact. And the girl that you left in the dark by the door? She’s lighting her own path now—watch her explore. I’m still standing, not screaming, not falling, no banner, no army, no saving callin’. I’m still here, not untouched, but not broken— just shaped by the fire, not left unspoken. I’m still standing… Yeah, I’m still standing… I bled… but I didn’t break. Still here.