Not Done Changing 2

Seventh — new theme, same vocal lane.

Style Prompt: pop radio hit, confident, raspy female alto vocal, distinctive smoky tone, warm piano and synth bed, punchy modern pop drums, 96 bpm

Intro

(oh)

Yeah

Verse 1

Found an old photograph stuffed in a drawer

Barely recognize the girl I was before

She believed every word, took it all at face value

Hadn't learned yet the world could be cruel

I want to reach back through the years and warn her

Tell her not every smile comes with a corner

But maybe she needed to learn it her own way

'Cause look how strong she got by staying

Pre-Chorus

So here's to every version I outgrew

(outgrew, outgrew)

Every heartbreak that somehow got me through

(outgrew, outgrew)

Chorus

I'm not who I was, and I'm not done changing

Every broken piece just kept rearranging

Into something stronger, something true

Thank God I'm not the girl I used to be, and you

(oh, oh-oh)

I'm not who I was, and I'm not done changing

(oh, oh-oh)

Every broken piece just kept rearranging

Verse 2

I used to think healing meant erasing the past

Now I know the scars are the ones that last

They're not something to hide, they're proof I survived

Every closed door just meant I was meant for the right side

I carry the lessons like jewelry I wear

Visible proof that I've been somewhere

And I'm still becoming, still under construction

Falling apart was never my destruction

Pre-Chorus

So here's to every version I outgrew

(outgrew, outgrew)

Every heartbreak that somehow got me through

(outgrew, outgrew)

Chorus

I'm not who I was, and I'm not done changing

Every broken piece just kept rearranging

Into something stronger, something true

Thank God I'm not the girl I used to be, and you

(oh, oh-oh)

I'm not who I was, and I'm not done changing

(oh, oh-oh)

Every broken piece just kept rearranging

Bridge

Still becoming

(still becoming)

Still unfolding

(still unfolding)

Every chapter that I'm writing

Is a story worth the holding

Chorus

I'm not who I was, and I'm not done changing

Every broken piece just kept rearranging

Into something stronger, something true

Thank God I'm not the girl I used to be, and you

(oh, oh-oh)

I'm not who I was, and I'm not done changing

(oh, oh-oh)

Every broken piece just kept rearranging

Outro

(oh)

Not done changing

Yeah