Lyrics

Sitting in the kitchen with a needle and thread Stitching up the patterns that were never mine to mend Generation wound, a father's ghost, a mother's weight I watched them spin in circles, saw the same old fate But I'm locking up that door now, turning off the light No more visiting the past, no more sleepless nights Thread through the knot, tie it off, cut it clean I'm the one who breaks the cycle, I'm the in-between They passed it down like heirlooms, pain from hand to hand Belts and words and silence—that's the only land they knew But I'm different, I'm awake, I can see it clear I'm the thread that doesn't tangle, I'm the one who's here