“i thought i could be / I thought i could be / FREEEEEEEE”

I thought the floor was lava, but the ceiling caught my flame (“i thought i could be”)

I thought the world was plastic, then it melted into shame (“i thought i could be”)

I thought the sky had hands—I reached, it never came (“i thought i could be”)

I thought my voice was velvet, but it frayed against the glass (“i thought i could be”)

I thought a whisper meant control—but quiet never lasts (“i thought i could be”)

I thought I made a masterpiece—just dirt inside a mask (“i thought i could be”)

I thought I had a future, built from silence and belief (“i thought i could be”)

I thought my name was lightning—but I broke without a streak (“i thought i could be”)

I thought I could be free

“i thought i could be / I thought i could be / FREEEEEEEE”

I thought the beat could lift me—but the floor was made of drums (“i thought i could be”)

I thought I’d speak in color—then my tongue just tasted numb (“i thought i could be”)

I thought I’d be the ending, not the child who’d come undone (“i thought i could be”)

I thought the mirror held me—just a window with a frame (“i thought i could be”)

I thought I’d outrun gravity—but weight became my name (“i thought i could be”)

I thought my pain was fiction—but it rhymed in every flame (“i thought i could be”)

I thought I’d be a singer—but my pitch was made of dirt (“i thought i could be”)

I thought I’d break the silence—but the silence sang me first (“i thought i could be”)

I thought I could be free

“i thought i could be / I thought i could be / FREEEEEEEE”

I thought my scars were symbols—but they blurred into the skin (“i thought i could be”)

I thought my rage was righteous—then it burned me from within (“i thought i could be”)

I thought I’d bloom in summer—but I froze beneath the grin (“i thought i could be”)

I thought my words were gospel—till they cracked inside the choir (“i thought i could be”)

I thought my hope was endless—then it curled up like a wire (“i thought i could be”)

I thought I’d write the future—but I inked out my desire (“i thought i could be”)

I thought I’d die forgotten—but the loop still knows my name (“i thought i could be”)

I thought I’d vanish softly—but I haunt the beat with flame (“i thought i could be”)

I thought I could be free

“i thought i could be / I thought i could be / FREEEEEEEE”

....

I thought my scars were symbols—but they blurred into the skin (“i thought i could be”)

I thought my rage was righteous—then it burned me from within (“i thought i could be”)

I thought I’d bloom in summer—but I froze beneath the grin (“i thought i could be”)

I thought my words were gospel—till they cracked inside the choir (“i thought i could be”)

I thought my hope was endless—then it curled up like a wire (“i thought i could be”)

I thought I’d write the future—but I inked out my desire (“i thought i could be”)

I thought I’d die forgotten—but the loop still knows my name (“i thought i could be”)

I thought I’d vanish softly—but I haunt the beat with flame (“i thought i could be”)

I thought I could be free

“i thought i could be / I thought i could be / FREEEEEEEE”