They said I don’t need sleep
Just grind till I fade,
Smiling through the noise,
Like it’s part of the trade.
Every word’s a blade dressed up as praise,
Cutting deep inside,
But I laugh it away.
You don’t see the nights I stayed,
The dreams I sold, the dues I paid,
For one small win, one breath of air,
And a navy blue well-fitted pair.
It’s not the cloth, it’s what it bears,
Years of waiting, quiet stares,
Pride stitched tight, with threads of care,
A navy blue well-fitted pair.
You wore it like it wasn’t mine,
And I smiled to keep in line,
But something cracked inside that glare,
When you took my navy blue well-fitted pair.
Walls too thin, hearts too loud,
Every knock feels like a crowd.
It’s not the door, it’s what it means
Another test in the same old dream.
Trying to stand, trying to breathe,
But anger’s easier to believe.
You don’t see the nights I stayed,
The dreams I sold, the dues I paid,
For one small win, one breath of air,
And a navy blue well-fitted pair.
It’s not the cloth, it’s what it bears,
Years of waiting, quiet stares,
Pride stitched tight, with threads of care,
A navy blue well-fitted pair.
You wore it like it wasn’t mine,
And I smiled to keep in line,
But something cracked inside that glare,
When you took my navy blue well-fitted pair.
Maybe I’m shallow, maybe I care too much,
Maybe I just break when I’m touched.
But these moments don’t fade, they stack,
Every cut leaves a deeper track.
It’s not the cloth, it’s what it bears,
Years of waiting, quiet stares,
Pride stitched tight, with threads of care,
A navy blue well-fitted pair.
You wore it once, I wear the rest,
In silence, in sweat, in this chest
And though I’ll never wear it fair,
It’ll always be my navy blue well-fitted pair.
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