I used to think love was a drug I'd never feel—

So I numbed myself to keep the world unreal.

I ran with the broken, the lost, and the cold,

Because nobody told me I was worth more than the mold.

But I'm still here.

I'm still breathing.

All those years I spent believing

I was nothing but a ghost—

I was wrong. I hurt the most.

And now I'm learning, slow and scared,

That someone out there actually cares.

Verse 2

The voices in my head used to scream my name.

Now I'm learning to answer them without shame.

I didn't know how to be hugged. I didn't know how to cry.

I thought wanting to live meant I had to lie.

But the bullet stayed in the chamber. The rust never fired.

Because somewhere inside me, something still desired

To see the sun again. Just once. Just maybe.

Not to be an angel—just to stop feeling crazy.

Chorus

I'm still here. I'm still breathing.

All those years I spent believing

I was nothing but a ghost—

I was wrong. I hurt the most.

And now I'm learning, slow and scared,

That someone out there actually cares.

Verse 3

I don't know who I am yet. That's okay.

I don't need to have the answers today.

I lived like a slob 'cause I thought I was trash—

But even broken glass can reflect a flash.

I'm not a fallen prophet. I'm not a demon in disguise.

I'm just a person with pain living in their eyes.

And I don't need God to save me or the devil to blame—

I just need one person to say my name like I'm not a shame.

Bridge

I'm sorry I didn't say goodbye before.

I thought living was losing some kind of war.

But every morning I wake up is a quiet "fuck you"

To every voice that said I'd never make it through.

I don't have a dollar. I don't have a plan.

But I've got two hands that still can

Reach out and touch someone who feels like I did—

Lost, cold, broken, hidden like a kid.

Chorus

I'm still here. I'm still breathing.

All those years I spent believing

I was nothing but a ghost—

I was wrong. I hurt the most.

And now I'm learning, slow and scared,

That someone out there actually cares.

Outro

I don't know why I'm still fighting.

But I'm still fighting.

Maybe love isn't a drug—

Maybe it's a door that's always been slightly shut.

And today, for the first time…

I'm gonna try the knob.