

Prompt / Lyrics
Verse 1 I walked in with my armor on Expecting sparks, but the fire was gone Just another night of playing the part Checking the locks around my heart But you didn’t ask for a polished show You didn't mind that I moved so slow. Pre-Chorus I’m used to the noise, I’m used to the grit I’m used to the shoes that never quite fit But when you look at me, the static clears And suddenly I’m not playing for the ears. Chorus ’Cause you see the silver in the gray You wash the messy parts away In a world that treats me like a stone You make me feel like I’ve finally come home No more hiding, no more "guess" You treat me like I’m made of crystal glass Yeah, you treat me like a goddess. Verse 2 I’ve got dirt on my hands and scars on my knees From a decade of trying so hard to please But you pull my hair back from my face And tell me I’m winning at my own pace It’s a different kind of "cool," I guess To be loved in my Sunday-morning mess. Bridge I don’t have to scream to be heard I don’t have to fight for the final word You just sit there, and you listen And suddenly, the whole room starts to glisten. Chorus/Outro Yeah, you see the silver in the gray You wash the messy parts away In a world that treats me like a stone You make me feel like I’m finally come home No more hiding, no more "guess" You treat me like I’m made of crystal glass Yeah, you treat me like a goddess. (Softly) Like a goddess. (Fade out with acoustic strumming)
Tags
emo-pop/alt song. It’s raw, sad, but with that numb-but-still-breathing energy, female, rock
2:27
No
2/16/2026