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I used to twist my tongue just to make you smile
I'd trade my honest feelings for a kinder style
I practiced softer answers in the bathroom glass
I memorized the phrases that could make it last
But the laughter got heavy, the room began to spin
And I missed my footing every time I let them in
So I'm putting down the act, I'm done with the show
Give my real hand instead of a scripted hello
It's easier to offer what I truly know
Not a perfect shape, just a steady flow
And if you catch my timing, you can feel the beat
Say it plainly, give it truly—that's the treat
All my perfect sentences are cracking like veneer
Funny how the quiet truth is ringing loud and clear
I'm not here to make you want me to stay
Just to give you my honest self today
At the open door
My hands hold what I am made of
I don't wrap my truth in pretty lies
What I give is more than alibis
This is all I know
Take my raw delivery, drop the show
I'm not begging for your sweet praise
This is me opening up, not a phase
Just trust me
Now I walk in here without a script
People meet me halfway at my honest slip
I'm nobody's mirror, nobody's cure
Just a person showing up with something real and pure
I don't even need to win the room with a word
When I stumble, the honest part is always heard
Every hand that waits is open, every soul aloud
I can let my raw edges show and still feel proud
I'm done standing in the back against the wall
I can carry my whole day into the hall
Simple words are enough, that's the real fun
Lay my ordinary self out, and it is done
If I never learn to sparkle, I can still be seen
When I offer what I have, the moment turns so clean
That's the trade I'm choosing to make today
Give my all in the simplest kind of way
At the open door
My hands hold what I am made of
I don't need your perfect answer now
I just need to be honest somehow
That's my only ask
You can take the good parts, drop the pose
I'm not here to win any game
I'm just glad to be seen and never tamed
So be real
