Old me

“NEW ME, OLD S

Yeah…

Some nights I can’t turn my mind off.

Same memories… same pain…

Like my heart got a replay button

and it don’t know when to stop.

But I’m still here.

Yeah… I’m still here.

3 AM, staring at the ceiling again

Thoughts running circles, don’t know where they end

I replay every moment, every word that was said

Every time that I broke, every tear that I shed

Tryna sleep but my mind wanna fight

Turn the darkness up, keep me up all night

People see me smiling, think I’m doing okay

But they don’t see the war that I fight every day

I been carrying hurt that I never confessed

Putting everybody first while I buried my stress

And I swear, I done felt pain I thought I couldn’t survive

But somehow through the pieces, I still kept myself alive

Some days I’m good, some days I’m barely breathing

Some days I don’t know what the hell I’m feeling

But I wake up, put my feet on the floor

And remind myself I’ve been here before

I can’t turn these thoughts off in my head

Keep replaying all the things that they said

Nothing ever hurt me like this before

But I’m still standing right here at the door

Some days it’s heavy, feel like too much

Some days I’m okay, I can finally breathe some

I ain’t who I was, but I’m finding my way

Maybe I’m becoming somebody I can face

I’m still here…

Still fighting…

Still surviving…

Yeah, I’m still here.

Anxiety talking like it knows me too well

Painting worst-case pictures, making heaven feel like hell

Got me questioning love, questioning trust

Questioning myself like maybe I’m not enough

Depression got a way of making time move slow

Makes you miss the person that you used to know

I look in the mirror like, “Where did I go?”

Then I hear something inside saying, “You don’t know.”

‘Cause maybe I ain’t lost, maybe I just changed

Maybe all this pain rearranged my name

Maybe healing ain’t going back to who I used to be

Maybe healing means becoming who I’m supposed to be

And lately… I been catching glimpses

Of the old me underneath all these bruises

Laughing a little more, sleeping a little better

Learning how to give myself grace under pressure

Some days I’m good, some days I’m barely breathing

Some days I don’t know what the hell I’m feeling

But I wake up, put my feet on the floor

And remind myself I’ve been here before

I can’t turn these thoughts off in my head

Keep replaying all the things that they said

Nothing ever hurt me like this before

But I’m still standing right here at the door

Some days it’s heavy, feel like too much

Some days I’m okay, I can finally breathe some

I ain’t who I was, but I’m finding my way

Maybe I’m becoming somebody I can face

I’m still here…

Still fighting…

Still surviving…

Yeah, I’m still here.

Maybe I don’t have to have it all figured out

Maybe healing means I can finally let it