What I Became

[Intro] (Soft whisper) Yeah… I walked through the fire, and I came back different. Listen close. [Verse 1] I started with nothing but cold smoke in my chest, Too many shadows whispering to lay down and rest. I kept walking forward when the pavement disappeared, Turning every bitter scar into something to be revered. Now the city lights are blurring through the velvet and the rain, I don't look back at the ghost who used to carry all that pain. [Verse 2] I don't need their quiet praise, I don't beg for love, Built my empire from the ashes while the sirens wailed above. Every midnight in the alley taught me how to breathe, Carving out a sanctuary underneath the grief. No crown upon my head, no golden throne in sight, Still I move like royalty through the dead of night. [Chorus] I won’t fall, and I won’t break, I’ve got cold fire running through my veins. Let the darkness call my name, I came too far through the storm to be afraid. Softly now, watch it burn, watch it fade, I know who I was, and I know what I became. [Verse 3] I remember every hour fighting wars behind closed doors, Pacing through the silence on the cold apartment floors. Used to fear the quiet, thought it swallowed me alive, Now the silence is the only place where I truly thrive. Took the poison that they gave me and I turned it into wine, Walked through hell with steady feet just to claim what is mine. [Bridge] (Beat drops out, strings and distant sub-bass) Maybe I’m different now… Maybe that was the point all along. I don’t need to be who I was to become who I'm meant to be. I made peace with every loss, made peace with gravity. Now watch the ashes settle, watch the curtain fall. I lost so much along the way, and ended up with all. [Chorus] I won’t fall, and I won’t break, I’ve got cold fire running through my veins. Let the darkness call my name, I came too far through the storm to be afraid. Softly now, watch it burn, watch it fade, I know who I was, and I know what I became. [Outro] (Whispered over baroque violin) No fear left in the dark. No ghosts left in my head. Just the violin… and the 808. I know what I became.