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You said I was fire— grief made of bloom, a kiss full of splinters in a too-small room. We didn’t grow clean, but we grew in the ache. Even thorn-covered hearts still manage to break. You held my wreckage and never looked away. Even the broken deserve to be brave.
Instructional lyrics
[Intro – electric guitar tremolo, slow church bell toll, whispered wind effects] [Verse 1 – haunting piano + low guitar, soulful vocals] You said I bloomed like a curse Beauty wrapped in barbed wire verse Every petal was pain Every touch left a stain You kissed me slow like confession And loved me in fragments and questions [Pre-Chorus – strings swell, whispered harmonies behind main vocal] You said, “you’re not soft, you’re fire and grief” But I think you stayed ‘cause you’ve got thorns like me [Chorus – orchestral and distorted guitar mix, vocals soar with harmonies] Thorns like me Cut when we hold But you touched my wreckage Like it was gold We bled through the bloom We never grew clean But you understood What bleeding could mean Thorns like me And still you stayed Even the broken Deserve to be brave [Verse 2 – add choral background, deeper drums, heavier emotion] You traced every crack in my spine Said, “scars like these are how we shine” We’re wilted, yes, but never dead We love like fire, then we beg for meds But your hands held my ruin Like a relic worth viewing [Pre-Chorus – repeat with more intensity] You said, “you’re not soft, you’re fire and grief” But I think you stayed ‘cause you’ve got thorns like me [Chorus – repeat with layered harmonies and strings] Thorns like me Cut when we hold But you touched my wreckage Like it was gold We bled through the bloom We never grew clean But you understood What bleeding could mean Thorns like me And still you stayed Even the broken Deserve to be brave [Bridge – solo vocal + single low organ note] Don’t bring me flowers I’ve already bled I just need a hand To hold what’s left [Final Chorus – quiet first half, then full power blast] Thorns like me Cut when we hold But you touched my wreckage Like it was gold Thorns like me Still we remain Love isn’t clean But it still has a name [Outro – soft fade with organ, wind, and final whispered “you’ve got thorns like me…”]
Song info
A gothic power ballad that mixes haunting piano, electric guitar, and cinematic strings. Raw, emotional, and bold — it’s a song about messy, thorn-covered love and the beauty in brokenness. Think a dark cathedral turned into a rock show for emotional reckoning.
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