The walls leak cold, my skin’s stuck to the tile
Mirror’s all rust, shows a face I can’t file
I wear her clothes, her smile, her “I’m alright”
But the girl in the cracks says “this ain’t right”
Floorboards creak loud when I walk to the sink
Water tastes like the lies I’ve been drinking
They said “be small, be soft, be what we think”
Now my bones hum low, they’re sick of the shrink
The dark’s my friend, it don’t ask me to glow
Sits with my ghosts, lets ’em whisper slow
“She’s still in there, under the fake you sew”
Tonight I’ll tear the threads, let the blackness show
I’m digging through the rot to find my pulse
The pretty lies rot too, they’re just cheap pulp
No more hiding in the dust where they put me
This shadow’s mine, I’ll let it run free
I’m picking at the scabs of the “good girl” act
Her voice is just a echo, she’s long dead, jack
I don’t need the light to know where I’m going
The dark’s my map, I’m finally showing
The curtains reek of the sun I’ve avoided
My shoes are caked with the paths I’ve destroyed
They said “your fire’s too bright, better keep it void”
So I buried it deep, now it’s burning the soil
I found a knife in the back of the drawer
Not to hurt, just to cut through the lore
The “you should’s” and “must’s” are just rotting chords
I’ll strum my own pain—let the noise be ignored
The dark’s my friend, it don’t ask me to glow
Sits with my ghosts, lets ’em whisper slow
“She’s still in there, under the fake you sew”
Tonight I’ll tear the threads, let the blackness show
I’m digging through the rot to find my pulse
The pretty lies rot too, they’re just cheap pulp
No more hiding in the dust where they put me
This shadow’s mine, I’ll let it run free
I’m picking at the scabs of the “good girl” act
Her voice is just a echo, she’s long dead, jack
I don’t need the light to know where I’m going
The dark’s my map, I’m finally showing
They said I’m broken, yeah, I’m broken good
Broken enough to stop doing what I should
The mold they made? I’m spitting on the clay
The ghost they feared? She’s here to stay
I’ll walk through the muck, I’ll let the rain soak me
I’ll scream till my throat bleeds—let the silence choke me
Better to be raw than be a pretty cage
I’m not their doll, I’m the rage in the page
The mirror’s still rust, but I see her now
The girl in the cracks, she’s been here somehow
The dark don’t scare me, it’s where I belong
I found myself in the dead of the song
