Against Myself by Cordelia Cross

Against Myself by Cordelia Cross

“Against Myself” by Cordelia Cross
A raw, defiant anthem about inner reckoning—"Against Myself" is not a battle cry for the world, but for the soul. It’s the sound of shedding shame, killing comfort, and emerging from the ashes with purpose forged in pain.

Lyrics:
[Verse 1]
I see the man in the mirror's glare,
Worn-down eyes and a hollow stare.
No rival's blade, no enemy’s hand—
Just the weight of who I am.
I’ve chased ghosts in other skins,
Measured loss like counting sins.
But now I know the war I wage
Is locked inside this fragile cage.

[Chorus]
No crown to steal, no throne to claim—
Just the fire to burn my own name.
I’m not here to beat the rest,
I’m here to break what I detest.
The weaker self I used to be
Won’t live through what I make of me.
I’m not chasing anyone else—
I’m rising up against myself.

[Verse 2]
I’ve worn pride like a rusted chain,
Built empires out of shame.
I mimicked gods with paper bones,
Afraid to stand alone.
But growth was forged in solitude,
In every scar and shift in mood.
No legacy can light the flame
If I don’t earn my own damn name.

[Chorus]
This isn't wrath, this isn’t pride—
It's the will to never hide.
I’m not here to beat the rest,
I’m here to break what I detest.
The weaker self I used to be
Won’t live through what I make of me.
I’m not chasing anyone else—
I’m rising up against myself.

[Verse 3]
I kill the comfort, starve the lie,
Embrace the fall, refuse to die.
No borrowed truth, no second skin—
The only war I need to win…
And when I fall, I’ll rise again,
Not as who I was… but what I’ve been.
No one left to chase or blame—
Just me, and the fire I became.

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“Against Myself” is the truth beneath the armor, the moment you stop running from the mirror and start shaping the reflection. No villains. No gods. Just grit, pain, and the will to evolve.