Chrysalis

歌詞

I wasn't ready to be beautiful yet. Wrapped myself in nineteen layers of almost-good-enough. Filed my wings under "someday" in a drawer I couldn't reach. Every mirror was a courtroom and the verdict was the same — The girl on trial kept pleading, but the judge wore her own face. I memorized the shape of staying small, Rehearsed the choreography of disappearing in a crowded room. Became so fluent in apology That sorry was my mother tongue and silence was my second home. But the cracks in the cocoon weren't damage — They were letters. And the ache inside the folding wasn't dying — It was grammar. Learning the syntax... Of becoming... I am the Chrysalis and I am breaking open! Every fracture is a vowel in a name I've never spoken! Don't you dare call it destruction — This is architecture with a pulse! I am building something luminous From everything I used to hide behind! And it's terrifying and it's gorgeous And it sounds like my own voice for the first time! Da-da da-da — unfolding! Da-da da-da — becoming! Da-da da-da — the wingspan! Was always wider than the wound! Twenty-seven taught me hunger isn't just for food. It's for the syllable that sits between "I can't" and "watch me." I wrote my resignation from the kingdom of convenience, Hand-delivered it to every comfortable cage I'd decorated. The commute got longer but the breathing got honest. The paycheque got smaller but the mornings got sacred. Someone asked me what I do and I said I'm learning how to take up space without apologizing for the furniture I displace. And the wings inside the wrapping weren't metaphor — They were engineering. And the time inside the darkness wasn't wasted — It was blueprinting. Drafting the geometry... Of flight... I am the Chrysalis and I am rewriting the ending! Every scar is just a sentence in a story I'm defending! Don't you dare call it a breakdown — This is a breakthrough wearing messy hair! I am composing something deafening From every whisper I was told to keep inside! And it's shaking and it's certain And it sounds like coming home to my own chest! Da-da da-da — unfolding! Da-da da-da — becoming! Da-da da-da — the girl who! Was the cocoon and the creature all along! My mother kept a butterfly in resin on her desk. Perfectly preserved. Perfectly still. I used to think it was beautiful. Now I understand — It was a warning. She wanted me to fly but she also wanted me to stay. And I spent twenty years trying to do both until my wings learned that love and cages sometimes share a key. I chose the sky, Mom. I chose the terrifying, unpredictable, no-safety-net sky. And I think — I think you'd understand. Because you were a chrysalis too. You just never found your crack. I am the Chrysalis and I was never the cocoon! Every dark hour was a runway for this terrifying bloom! Don't you dare call it survival — This is living at the volume I was born for! I am screaming something beautiful From every silent room that tried to keep me small! And it's reckless and it's sacred And it sounds like every version of me singing all at once! Da-da da-da — unfolding! Da-da da-da — becoming! Da-da da-da — the wingspan! Da-da da-da — was always! Da-da da-da — wider! Than the wound! I wasn't ready to be beautiful yet. But beautiful wasn't waiting for ready. It was waiting for honest. Fly, darling. The resin was never your ending.