Woke up with my heart in a knot,

Coffee cold but my spirit hot.

Life keeps throwin’ shadows at me,

But I’m out here glowin’ accidentally.

I laugh, I cry, I’m kinda lost —

But every storm I tell it off…

I’m tired, I’m wired, I’m soft but tough,

Looked at the universe like, “hey, enough.”

If healing’s a joke, then I’m the punchline,

Dancing through the chaos like it’s all by design.

This too shall fuck off,

I’m done playin’ small, I’m takin’ the gloves off.

Might fuck around and heal

seven generations of ancestral trauma —

I don’t know… could be cute.

Yeah, I don’t know… could be cute.

Every scar is a story I own,

Every crack is a place I’ve grown.

I’m stitched together with grit and glitter,

Healing ain’t pretty but damn, I’m a winner.

Breaking cycles like it’s casual,

Guess I’m kinda magical…

Maybe my tears are holy water,

Maybe I’m my mother’s, mother’s,

mother’s dream come true.

Maybe the pain I carry

Is the thing that taught me

How to bloom.

This too shall fuck off,

I’m done playin’ small, I’m takin’ the gloves off.

Might fuck around and heal

seven generations of ancestral trauma —

I don’t know… could be cute.

Yeah, I don’t know… could be cute.

Watch me rise, watch me rewrite fate,

Turning every hurt into something great.

If destiny calls, I’ll hit her with the truth:

Healing’s messy…

but damn — it’s kinda cute.