(yeah)
(clear skin, cracked armor)
I don’t bleed loud

Pressure on me, but I never show panic
Cut too deep, now the pain look manic
Heart got dents but the frame still granite
If it tried to break me, it didn’t manage
I don’t talk scars, I let ‘em breathe
Every loss stitched into how I lead
They ask how I move so calm with the heat
I just learned control when the cuts went deep

I don’t flinch when it hit my chest
I don’t fold when they want regret
Every scar got a lesson pressed
I don’t hide it, I tailor it

I dress the wounds, clean lines, tight seams
Silk on the pain, yeah, it fit me
No open cuts, no sympathy
I dress the wounds, now they live with me
(I dress the wounds)
(clean, clean)

Learned real quick how to keep my cool
When the room got loud, I reduced the moves
Every setback sharpened how I choose
Now my silence hit harder than truth
I don’t raise my voice, I raise the bar
They want the story but skipped the scars
I stitched myself from the shattered parts
Now everything cracked got a custom mark

I don’t chase peace, I enforce it
Cut what drains me, no shortage
If it tried to test me, it forged this
Every flaw got promoted

I dress the wounds, clean lines, tight seams
Silk on the pain, yeah, it fit me
No open cuts, no sympathy
I dress the wounds, now they live with me

Yeah, I bled, but I stayed intact
Lost a lot but I gained my back
If it hurt me once, I re-framed that
Now I walk like nothing can take that

I dress the wounds, no disguise
Armor so clean you don’t see the fight
Every scar in the right place
I don’t explain, I demonstrate

(yeah)
Tailored pain
Still standing