Becoming

Becoming

If I can name the loop, I can change the loop.

V1

I called it bad timing. Like life had a grudge.

Like the universe tripped me. Then asked me to judge.

But I watched my own hand reach for the same old flame.

Same spark. Same speech. Same innocent blame.

V2

You’d go quiet. I’d chase. Like quiet was war.

I’d pound on the moment till it broke at the core.

I’d call it being honest. It was panic in boots.

A protest in plain clothes. Pulling up roots.

Pre1

If I can see the pattern while it’s starting to rise.

Can I stop mid-sentence and open my eyes.

Chorus

I saw the loop. Love with a limp, in pain.

That loop wasn’t fate. It was my same old strain..

I turned my fear into sirens in my brain.

That’s the Becoming. I choose a new lane.

V3

I kept a scoreboard in my head like a job.

Little tallies of wrongs. Like a rich girl’s sob.

I’d win the argument. Then lose the night.

Stare at the ceiling. Call it fine. Call it right.

V4

My pride wore a tux. My fear wore a grin.

They danced in my chest like they’d always win.

I said you never hear me. You said I never stay.

Two people saying love. In a violent way.

Pre2

When my chest turns into a courtroom again.

Can I drop the gavel and be my friend again.

Chorus

I saw the loop. Love with a limp, in pain.

That loop wasn’t fate. It was my same old strain..

I turned my fear into sirens in my brain.

That’s the Becoming. I choose a new lane.

V5

I learned my moves from old rooms. Old fights.

Old doors slammed hard in the middle of nights.

So I built a whole self out of don’t get played.

Then I wondered why tenderness felt like a raid.

V6

You’d say I’m not leaving. My body said prove it.

My mouth hit the gas. My heart couldn’t do it.

I’d poke at the bruise till the bruise was the truth.

Then act surprised when love lost a tooth.

Pre3

If my fear is a script and it wants the same scene.

Can I rewrite the line while it’s still on the screen.

Chorus

I saw the loop. Love with a limp, in pain.

That loop wasn’t fate. It was my same old strain..

I turned my fear into sirens in my brain.

That’s the Becoming. I choose a new lane.

V7

One night I heard myself. It was ugly but clear.

Not brave. Not strong. Just loud with fear.

I watched your eyes go distant. Like a porch light dies.

And I finally hated the mask in my lies.

V8

So I tried something wild. I shut up and breathed.

Let the silence stay standing. Let it not be sheathed.

I named the move. I’m scared. No courtroom. No spin.

No need for a winner. Just me showing up in it.

Pre4

When my protest shows up wearing logic and charm.

Can I disarm it softly before it does harm.

Chorus

I saw the loop. Love with a limp, in pain.

That loop wasn’t fate. It was my same old strain..

I turned my fear into sirens in my brain.

That’s the Becoming. I choose a new lane.

V9

It didn’t turn perfect. It turned more real.

Less movie. More mornings. More honest deal.

I still get that itch to react and attack.

But now I can feel it. And take it back.

V10

I ask for a minute. Not a verdict. Not doom.

I tell myself I’m spiraling. I don’t burn the room.

My old self wants fireworks. Proof. A dramatic scene.

My new self wants peace. And a nervous system clean.

V11

Some days I slip. I go sharp. I go cold.

Then I come back quicker. Less bought. Less sold.

I say that was my loop. I won’t dress it up sweet.

I clean up my mess. I don’t drop it at your feet.

Pre5

If the loop is a habit my body rehearsed.

Can I practice a blessing where I practiced a curse.

Chorus

I saw the loop. Love with a limp, in pain.

That loop wasn’t fate. It was my same old strain..

I turned my fear into sirens in my brain.

That’s the Becoming. I choose a new lane.

Bridge

I’m not waiting on change like a weather report.

I’m the hand on the wheel. I’m the engine. The port.

I can feel the old pull. That familiar high.

And still choose a breath. Let the moment pass by.

Chorus

I saw the loop. Love with a limp, in pain.

That loop wasn’t fate. It was my same old strain..

I turned my fear into sirens in my brain.

That’s the Becoming. I choose a new lane.

Outro

So if you see me quiet, I’m not running away.

I’m catching the pattern. I’m choosing to stay.

The loop isn’t fate. It’s a move I can tame.

That’s the Becoming. I’m learning my name.