GOOD MORNING, ALL MY DEMONS Verse 1 Good morning, all my demons. Hello, all my flaws. I’ve been missing you in my sleep like old friends I never asked for. I think I dreamt something gentle. Think I almost smiled. Then morning pulled the curtains back and left me with my mind. Now I avoid the mirror at the end of the hallway. The girl staring back always knows what to say. She points at every failure, every scar I couldn’t hide. She’s fluent in the language of everything I despise. Pre-Chorus And I try—God, I try— to look at myself with kinder eyes. But every little step toward hope feels like another beautiful lie. Chorus Why can’t I just love me? Why can’t I let me stay? Why do I spend every morning trying to throw myself away? I know how to save everybody. I just can’t save me. Why can’t I just love me? Why can’t I just… believe? ⸻ Verse 2 I’ve memorized the ceiling, counted every crack by name. Funny how the quiet always knows exactly where to aim. I wear oversized sweaters like they might soften my skin. Trying to hide a war that never learned to end. Everyone says, “Be gentle.” Like it’s easy. Like it’s free. But the cruelest voice I’ve ever heard still sounds exactly like me. Pre-Chorus And I swear I’m exhausted from carrying this weight alone. How can this body be my home when I never feel at home? Chorus Why can’t I just love me? Why can’t I let me stay? Why do I spend every morning trying to throw myself away? I know how to save everybody. I just can’t save me. Why can’t I just love me? Why can’t I just… believe? ⸻ Bridge If I met myself as a stranger, I’d probably offer her a seat. Tell her she’s survived enough, tell her she doesn’t have to earn peace. So why is mercy effortless for everybody else? Why am I the last person I’m willing to help? ⸻ Final Chorus Why can’t I just love me? Why can’t I let me stay? I’ve spent my whole life waiting for someone to make me okay. Maybe no one’s coming. Maybe that’s the grief. Maybe healing starts the day I finally believe. Why can’t I just love me? Maybe someday… me. Outro Goodnight, all my demons. Sleep somewhere else tonight. I’m tired of mistaking self-hatred for my life.
