Интро: шёпот голосов немного внагоним тихого страха

They say she can’t, she’s too young.

But it’s all a lie.

Пауза 2 сек

Куплет 1

The road is cracked, the wind cuts like a blade,

They said this path was never meant to be paved.

But I don’t need a map to know where I belong,

My feet are bleeding, but my heart is strong.

They painted my dreams in shades of “not enough”,

Told me to wait for a moment that’s always out of touch.

I heard them all, I saw the doubt in every stare,

But this fire inside me was never meant to fade.

Прехорус

Every scar is a signpost, every bruise a clue,

This is not a sprint—it’s a war I’ll see through.