Battle Scars & Birthday Cards

[Verse 1]
You said you’re tired of being “tough”
Tired of joking when it’s rough
Hands all inked with to‑do lists
Heart like a house made of misprints
You think you’re breaking
But you’re bent
You think “too much” means “irrelevant”
You’re still here
That’s evidence
Every bruise is a testament
[Chorus]
You’re stronger than the storm that named you
Louder than the doubts that shamed you
Every time you fall
You stand
Bloody knees
Open hands
When the world goes dark and hateful
I’ll scream it till the walls all shake
Girl
You’re afraid
But you still move
That’s the bravest thing you do
[Verse 2]
You call me up
Say “I’m too much”
Voice all static
Shaky breath
Clutch
Staring at the ceiling fan
Chasing every worst‑case plan
But I have seen you drag your grief
Out the door on two hours’ sleep
Make a joke with swollen eyes
Flip the hurt into a battle cry (hey!)
[Chorus]
You’re stronger than the storm that named you
Louder than the doubts that shamed you
Every time you fall
You stand
Bloody knees
Open hands
When the world goes dark and hateful
I’ll scream it till the walls all shake
Girl
You’re afraid
But you still move
That’s the bravest thing you do
[Bridge]
When your voice gets small
I’ll shout for you
When your light burns out
I’ll burn mine too
We’re not going down
We’re breaking through
If you can’t love you
I’ll love you twice as hard for you (woah)
[Chorus]
You’re stronger than the storm that named you
Louder than the doubts that shamed you
Every time you fall
You stand
Bloody knees
Open hands
When the world goes dark and hateful
I’ll scream it till the walls all shake
Girl
You’re afraid
But you still move
Yeah
That’s the bravest thing you do

rock, Fast, raw punk with female vocals; overdriven guitars locked to a relentless drum sprint, bass snarling under the verses. Start tight and tense, then kick the chorus wider with gang shouts and octave guitars. Brief half-time breakdown in the bridge, then slam back into a final, shouted chorus that feels like a mosh pit hug., punk