[Intro]
Don't fix my lipstick.
Let it bleed.
I didn't come here
to look untouched.
[Verse 1]
I walked in late
with my heart in my handbag,
one broken heel
and a smile I rehearsed.
Everybody loves you
when you're beautiful enough
to make the damage
look expensive.
I know the cameras.
I know the game.
Turn the pain sideways
and give it a better name.
Call it fashion.
Call it freedom.
Call it whatever helps
you sleep after midnight.
But don't call me fragile.
I've survived things
in better dresses than this.
[Pre-Chorus]
So turn it up.
Let them stare.
If I'm gonna fall apart,
I'm doing it
where everybody can see.
[Chorus]
I WAS BORN FOR THE DAMAGE,
BORN TO MAKE IT LOOK DIVINE.
PUT THE CRACKS UNDER THE DIAMONDS,
LET THE BROKEN PARTS SHINE.
I WAS BORN FOR THE DAMAGE,
LET THE WHOLE ROOM WATCH ME BLEED.
IF YOU CAME HERE FOR PERFECTION,
BABY, YOU CAME TO THE WRONG GIRL.
I don't hide the scars.
I teach them how to dance.
[Verse 2]
You said you wanted
the real version of me.
Then I stopped smiling
and suddenly you got nervous.
That's funny.
People love honesty
until it gets inconvenient.
You liked the mystery.
The lipstick.
The confidence.
The way I could walk into a room
like nothing had ever hurt me.
But you didn't like
the mornings after.
The silence.
The mascara on the pillow.
The question:
“Do you still want me
when I'm not performing?”
You took too long.
I heard the answer.
[Pre-Chorus]
So turn it up.
Let them stare.
I'm done making myself smaller
so somebody else
can feel prepared.
[Chorus]
I WAS BORN FOR THE DAMAGE,
BORN TO MAKE IT LOOK DIVINE.
PUT THE CRACKS UNDER THE DIAMONDS,
LET THE BROKEN PARTS SHINE.
I WAS BORN FOR THE DAMAGE,
LET THE WHOLE ROOM WATCH ME BLEED.
IF YOU CAME HERE FOR PERFECTION,
BABY, YOU CAME TO THE WRONG GIRL.
I don't hide the scars.
I teach them how to dance.
[Verse 3]
I used to think
being loved meant being chosen.
Now I think
it means not disappearing
when somebody sees the ugly part.
That's different.
Much harder.
Much rarer.
I spent years
turning myself into something unforgettable.
Maybe I should've spent
some of that time
learning how to be known.
Not admired.
Known.
There's a difference.
One fills a room.
The other fills
the part of you
that stays empty after everybody leaves.
[Bridge]
[Piano only]
Take off the glitter.
Take off the name.
Take off every version
I invented to survive.
[Voice soft]
Look at me now.
No audience.
No applause.
No perfect angle.
[Beat slowly returns]
Still here.
Still breathing.
Still enough.
[Synths building]
And if that scares you...
good.
[Final Chorus]
I WAS BORN FOR THE DAMAGE,
BUT I DON'T NEED TO HIDE IT NOW.
I CAN WEAR EVERY BROKEN PIECE
WITHOUT TURNING IT INTO A CROWN.
I WAS BORN FOR THE DAMAGE,
BUT THE DAMAGE ISN'T ALL I AM.
I'M THE VOICE AFTER THE SILENCE.
I'M THE GIRL WHO STILL CAN STAND.
Let them stare.
Let them talk.
Let them wonder
how I survived.
I don't need perfection.
I don't need permission.
I don't need anybody
to make my pain look beautiful.
I already did that.
Now I just wanna live.
[Outro]
Don't fix my lipstick.
Leave it.
I like it better
when it tells the truth.
