My bvll lets me listen to this song on his days off!

Cant seem to find the nightcore version of this song on here so im uploading this lol

Boom Boxx - Balla Da Li  (Nightcore)

JARTY WAVE

soviet synth techno by drenchrome

A MESSAGE FOR THE BLACK PPL

Jokela

monster mash whistle

Formula For Suckssss

alien

[Verse 1]
I used to hide the stories written in my skin,
pulled my sleeves down like a curtain where I’d been.
Every crack, every line, felt like I’d done it wrong,
so I kept my voice to whispers in a room built for a song.

I remember every late-night collapse on the floor,
trying to patch myself with “never again” and “no more.”
But every time the world swung hard and didn’t land clean,
I woke up still here, somewhere in between.

[Pre-Chorus]
Thought I had to be untouched to be worth the time,
thought I needed perfect edges, perfect shine.
But the way my hands still shake and still hold on
might be the proof I needed all along.

[Chorus]
I’m good damage, I’m fine cracks with the light pouring through,
I’m the burn that says I made it out, not the fire that went askew.
I’m the worn-out faith that still hums under noise and static fear—
no, we won’t say “static,” scratch that—just the ghosts I used to hear.
I’m good damage, not ruined, just changed shape around the truth,
if you’re broke in the same old places,
there’s a room in me for you.

[Verse 2]
I’ve been the one who stayed when I should’ve walked away,
and I’ve walked when staying might’ve taught me how to stay.
I’ve said things that echoed like a dropped glass in a church,
left myself on read, called it “self-defense,” not hurt.

But somehow in the stumble, I learned a different step,
I found a way to hold my ground without holding my breath.
Now every scar’s a chorus I can’t un-sing,
it’s the price of every second wind I bring.

[Pre-Chorus]
Thought I had to be the blueprint they passed around,
thought I had to hide the versions I burned down.
But the way my laugh breaks when I say “I’m fine”
is its own kind of honest, its own kind of line.

[Chorus]
I’m good damage, I’m fine cracks with the light pouring through,
I’m the burn that says I made it out, not the fire that went askew.
I’m the messy proof that surviving is a kind of art,
I’m the tape and glue and gold seams
running wild across my heart.
I’m good damage, not ruined, just changed shape around the truth,
if you’re broke in the same old places,
there’s a room in me for you.

[Bridge]
Raise a glass to the almost-ending,
to the nights the floor felt thin.
To the friends who sat in silence
’til you found your breath again.
To the choices you regret
that still somehow carved out space
for the people who would meet you
in this unfinished place.

[Post-Bridge / Breakdown]
We’re not flawless, we’re not clean,
we’re the lines between the scenes.
But when the music hits our names,
every fracture lights the frame.

[Final Chorus]
We’re good damage, we’re fine cracks with the light pouring through,
we’re the proof that what tried to end us
only changed the way we grew.
We’re the shaky-voiced confessions shouted over crashing drums,
we’re the choir made of “I’m not sure”
and “I’m glad I didn’t run.”
We’re good damage, not ruined, just changed shape around the truth,
if you’re broke in the same old places,
there’s a place right here for you.

[Outro]
Turn the volume up on all the parts we used to hide,
let the songs wrap soft around the places we survived.
If tomorrow hits us harder, we’ll just sing a little louder,
good damage in the glow,
holding up the night together.

Good Damage

The roaring twenties fully unleashed — champagne fizz energy, roaring brass sections, fast-footed Charleston beats, swinging percussion and neon-lit crescendos. Full carnival sparkle with Hopefire euphoria. Glitter, glamour, speed, and drama. A glow-soaked celebration with electric violin bursts, dancefloor drops and high-tempo vintage chaos.


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