Her Deepest Secrets

Shadows Don't Cry

Little girl grew up too fast, learned how to fight, how to make it last. Spent her nights talking to the dark, ‘cause she was all she ever had. Holding on to what could’ve been, chasing ghosts and old regrets again. Didn’t see the signs until she fell, six feet down in her own hell. She got used to the shadows, fighting battles no one knows. Bleeding quietly, healing slowly, one stitch, one scar, one soul. She’s the fire they couldn’t drown, still burning underground.

Whispers crawl through the cracks at night, memories fade in the pale moonlight. She wears her pain like second skin, but she won't let it pull her in. She wears her pain like second skin, but she won't let it pull her in. She's tired of running from her name, from every echo of the blame. But even broken wings can fly — She's proof that pain survives. She got used to the shadows, fighting battles no one knows. Bleeding quietly, healing slowly, one stitch, one scar, one soul. She's the fire they couldn't drown, still burning underground.

Letting the darkness hear her cries, letting the silence testify every tear was gasoline, now she's lighting up the dream. Crimson smoke tracing every inch of her. She lived in the shadows, fought her battles all alone. Bleeding quietly, healing slowly, but she's making her pain home. They tried to drag her down — but she's the fire underground. One stitch, one scar, one soul...she's still burning....underground....