Stains

(ahhhhh) (mmmmm) (ohhhhh)

I wore my scars like armor

and called the damage mine

I traced the same old patterns down every crooked line (mmmmm)

The bottle and the silence were all I thought I knew

But I could feel it breaking something old coming through (ohhhhh)

I am not the wreckage I am not the fall

I rise through every burning room and walk out through it all

(yeah yeah yeah)

This voice, this fire,

this aching is finally free (ohhhhh

yeah)

I blamed the dark for hiding what I refused to face I

fed the noise inside me to feel anything's embrace

(mmmmm) But every wall I leaned on was built of borrowed pain

Now I'm learning how to stand here washing off the stain (ohhhh)

I am not the wreckage I am not the fall

I rise through every burning room and walk out through it all

(yeah yeah yeah)

This voice, this fire,

this aching is finally free

(ohhhhh yeah)

I found the girl beneath the grief

(ohhhhh) she was waiting all along

(mmmmm yeah) And she is stronger she is finally,

finally strong (ahhhhh)

I am not the wreckage I am not the fall

I rise through every burning room and walk out through it all

(yeah yeah yeah)

This voice, this fire,

this aching is finally free

(ohhhhh) (free,

free,

free) (ahhhhhh) (mmmmmm) (free)