VERSE 1

I was the voice buried under the roar of the room,

A seed in the soil trying to claw through the gloom.

They dressed up rebellion like a costume to buy,

But the truth hits sharp when you’re learning to try.

Every chorus felt like chains disguised as a crown,

Every cheer just pushed me further down.

Now I tear through the petals with mud on my hands —

Beauty is survival when the world demands.

PRE‑CHORUS

I’m not calling them out — I’m calling me in,

Breaking the shell I mistook for skin.

CHORUS

I’m in bloom again,

From the rot, from the ruin, from the sin.

Every thorn I held too tight

Now rises in the light.

Yeah, I’m in bloom again —

No mask, no grin, no pretend.

Just the truth I couldn’t face

Growing wild in my own space.

VERSE 2

I was the seed they buried under their praise,

Watered with guilt through the darkest days.

Now I’m pushing through the cracks in their maze,

A root that refuses to die in the haze.

I don’t need their approval or their staged concern,

I’m the ground that remembers every burn.

Every scar is a map, every bruise a sign —

I’m the garden that rose from the end of the line.

EXTENDED SECTION

I’ve been stepped on, slept on, written off clean,

Treated like a stain on someone else’s scene.

But pressure makes growth when the soil is mean —

And I learned to rise where I wasn’t seen.

Now I’m climbing through the dirt with a purpose that’s mine,

A vine that refuses to follow the line.

If they wanted me silent, they should’ve known —

Roots break stone when they’ve outgrown the throne.

PRE‑CHORUS 2

I’m not chasing their light — I’m building my own,

Growing from places I once feared alone.

CHORUS

I’m in bloom again,

From the rot, from the ruin, from the sin.

Every thorn I held too tight

Now rises in the light.

Yeah, I’m in bloom again —

No mask, no grin, no pretend.

Just the truth I couldn’t face

Growing wild in my own space.

🌑 BRIDGE — LONG, HARD, SPOKEN/RAPPED HYBRID

You want the bloom, not the dirt it came from.

You want the shine, not the weight of the drum.

But I’m the part you tried to trim away —

The piece that grows back anyway.

I’m the root that crawls under the fences you build,

The part of the story you tried to distill.

You wanted the flower without the fight,

But growth doesn’t happen in perfect light.

I’m the ground that shakes when you try to control,

The part of myself that I finally stole.

No more shrinking to fit your frame —

I’m the wild that refuses to tame.

🔥 BREAKDOWN (Screamed / Heavy)

Pull me down — I rise through the dirt.

Cut me deep — I grow through the hurt.

Bury me — I’ll split the earth.

I’m the bloom you never earned.

CHORUS — FINAL LIFT (Bigger, Higher, Full Studio Energy)

I’m in bloom again,

From the rot, from the ruin, from the sin.

Every thorn I held too tight

Now rises in the light.

Yeah, I’m in bloom again —

No mask, no grin, no pretend.

Just the truth I couldn’t face

Growing wild in my own space.

OUTRO — CINEMATIC, LONG, NO WHISPERING

Let the petals fall — the roots stay strong.

Let the ground reshape what I got wrong.

I’m not reborn — I’m revealed.

I’m the garden that refused to yield.

And if the world forgets my name,

I’ll still rise through stone just the same.

’Cause bloom isn’t beauty — it’s survival in pain.

And I’m blooming again

And again

And again.