It starts soft, almost hesitant—a whisper against the noise. Fingers hover over piano keys. A single breath drawn in the dark.
The bridge strips everything back. Just her and a quiet room. “ Let the tears fall where they may. You’re still standing, anyway. ” avril lavigne breathe
This is the moment you’ve been avoiding: the moment you stop pretending you’re fine. It starts soft, almost hesitant—a whisper against the
And then the final chorus—not louder, but lighter . As if the weight you carried decided to walk beside you instead of on your shoulders. It starts soft
Breathe. Would you like this as a lyric sheet, a poem, or a short story scene?
And then, Avril’s voice cuts through.