Out of the Smoke

Spinning, spinning, spinning again…

Same room, different night,

Same hurt wearing a different face.

But I’m still here.

And this time…

I’ve got something worth staying for.

You don’t gotta hide those cuts anymore,

Don’t gotta pull your sleeves down like you did before.

Don’t gotta cover every bruise on your skin,

Or fake a smile when you’re breaking within.

You don’t gotta disappear inside the smoke,

Or drink until you don’t remember what broke.

Don’t gotta find another body just to feel wanted,

Or wake up wondering why somebody took what they promised.

You called it freedom, but you were running,

Called it love, but you were only becoming

Whatever somebody needed you to be,

Just so you wouldn’t have to sit alone with your memories.

Round and round, you kept spinning,

Losing pieces just to keep pretending.

Every escape only brought you back

To the same little girl underneath all that black.

But you don’t gotta hide anymore,

You don’t gotta bleed behind a locked bathroom door.

Don’t gotta smoke, don’t gotta drink,

Don’t gotta lose yourself just so you don’t have to think.

You don’t gotta let somebody touch your scars

Just to convince yourself you’re worth who you are.

Stop spinning circles, baby, step out the dark—

You survived the night. Now protect your heart.

There were hands that shouldn’t have touched you,

Words that made you believe nobody could love you.

You confused being wanted with being cared for,

And kept walking through the same damn door.

You gave pieces away just to feel whole,

Let strangers hold things they never earned the right to hold.

Then you’d go home and stare at the ceiling,

Wondering why being wanted never changed the feeling.

But look at you now, you’re learning your name,

Learning your body isn’t something to blame.

Learning that “no” doesn’t make you cold,

And being alone doesn’t mean you’re impossible to hold.

Now look around—

You made it out.

There’s people who love you,

People who won’t let you drown.

You got a good job,

A reason to wake up,

A place you belong,

And people who won’t give up.

You got a life that would’ve sounded impossible

Back when surviving was all you knew.

And maybe you’re not finished healing,

But look at everything you made it through.

So tonight we celebrate—

I’m still here.

After every dark night, every wasted year.

No smoke in my lungs, no bottle in my hand,

No stranger in my bed just to prove that I can

Be somebody worth loving—

I always was.

I got people beside me who know every scar,

Who stayed when I couldn’t even find where I was.

I got a job, I got purpose,

I got reasons to stay,

And for the first time in my life,

I don’t wanna run away.

So turn the music up,

Let the whole world hear—

This isn’t a goodbye to the girl I was.

It’s a celebration that she’s still here.

The scars are still there.

The past is still real.

But you survived it.

You healed.