MUSIC FOR SALE

I used to walk for miles without a reason or a plan
Chasing broken trails and sunsets just because I fucking can.
Never thought I'd miss the aching or the mud beneath my feet
Never knew how much was freedom in the things that felt routine.
Then one day divided everything to before and after me
Took the people that I loved and changed the life I'd thought I'd see.
I've walked mountains that were easier than three metres with that frame
But every fucking step I fought for taught my body back my name.

And I still want those mountains.
I still miss the life I knew.
But don't confuse the things I've lost
with everything I've lived through.

You see the chair
I see the distance.
You see the things I cannot do.
You see a life that's somehow smaller
I see what I fucking made it through.
I'm still me
but don't mistake that for unchanged.
I met a strength I never wanted
because life gave me no other way.
Look me in the eyes
before you put me in your frame.

Funny how a pair of wheels can tell a stranger who you are
Before I've said a single word they've drawn the lines around my scars.
Some speak softer, some look through me, some decide what I might need
Like the chair beneath my body somehow learned to speak for me.
And some days all I see is how much farther I must climb
I want my boots, I want the hillside, I want back that stolen time.
Then I turn around and see the road already at my back
From believing I was finished
to fighting for the life I have.

I didn't choose the fucking battle
I didn't ask to become strong.
I just learned when life takes everything,
you find a way to carry on.
I'm still laughing.
Still angry.
Still dreaming where the mountains rise.
Don't tell me what you think I am.
Just fucking look me in the eyes.

You see the chair
I see the distance.
Every inch from there to here.
Every morning I kept breathing,
every step I took through fear.
I'm still me
but I'm not who I was then.
I'm stronger than I ever knew
I'd have to fucking be back then.
And I still want those mountains.
I still have another climb.
But I won't let where I'm going
erase how far I've come this time.

You see the chair.
I see how far I've come.