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From Nine to Eighteen

AI Generated - Lyrics Below My Life was formed and shaped between the Ages of nine and eighteen Verse 1 Nine years old on a creaky floor, Listening for the front door. I could tell by the way it hit What kind of night this was gonna be. Mama’s eyes on the kitchen sink, Trying not to let the silence speak. And I learned real fast how to disappear… While I stayed right there. Pre-Chorus Some kids get to be kids… I got handed weight. Chorus I’ve been carrying years in my bones, Like a boy shouldn’t have to hold. From nine to eighteen, I learned to survive, But I’m still learning how to feel alive. And I don’t want pity, I don’t want praise— I just want peace that finally stays. If you ask me what shaped me… It’s the years… between nine and eighteen. Verse 2 He called it “making me a man,” But it felt like breaking what he can. Work too hard, shoulders too young, “Do it again” when I’d already done enough. Now my joints ache when the weather turns, Like my body remembers what my mouth won’t say. I laugh sometimes so I don’t get mad… But it still hurts bad. Pre-Chorus And it follows you down the road, Like a song you never chose. Chorus I’ve been carrying years in my bones, Like a boy shouldn’t have to hold. From nine to eighteen, I learned to survive, But I’m still learning how to feel alive. And I don’t want pity, I don’t want praise— I just want peace that finally stays. If you ask me what shaped me… It’s the years… between nine and eighteen. Verse 3 Ohio—new town, same old pain, A heart made promises it couldn’t sustain. “I’ll love you always,” it sounded like home… Till “always” turned into leaving me alone. And no, I wasn’t innocent— I said things, I did wrong, I played my part. But it still cuts when you’re trying your best And love still walks out. Verse 4 Texas—big sky, but I couldn’t breathe, Same kind of goodbye, different street. “I’ll love you forever,” I wanted it true, But forever don’t always do what forever says it’ll do. So I learned to brace for the turning tide, Even on the days that felt alright. And I started running before the fall… Just to feel in control. Now I’m back where I started, But it don’t feel like mine. Faces changed, and I’m standing On the outside of my own life. And I hate how the future scares me, Like I’m waiting on the next goodbye— So if there’s grace for a worn-out heart, Let it find me tonight. Final Chorus I’ve been carrying years in my bones, Like a boy shouldn’t have to hold. From nine to eighteen, I learned to survive, But I’m still learning how to feel alive. And I don’t want pity, I don’t want praise— I just want peace that finally stays. If you ask me what shaped me… It’s the years… between nine and eighteen. I’m still here. I’m still here. I’m still here.