The Unwritten Manual

"The Unwritten Manual" (Radio Edit)

(Verse 1)
Nobody told me how to be myself
In a world pretending it knows who it is, you know?
No textbook chapters, no guides on the shelf
For the first betrayal, or when parents start to grow
Fragile, like children, lost in time's embrace.

(Pre-Chorus)
And nobody said that adults play their roles,
Just as unsure as our childhood superhero dreams.
Behind their steady voices, the same questions hold:
"Am I doing this right? Am I enough, it seems?"

(Chorus)
Nobody warned me, mistakes aren't failures,
Just the only way to find what you're made of inside.
You can shatter, break into pieces, and then gather
Yourself anew, transformed by the tide.
Your scars aren't shameful marks, they're proof you survive.
This is the wild beauty: to just live, to just stay alive.

(Verse 2)
Nobody told me friendship ends, not with a fight,
But with a silence, heavy and profound.
People fade away, like ghosts in the fading light,
Leaving a phone number, phrases you never found.
Sometimes you'll feel a stranger everywhere you go,
But that doesn't mean you're wrong, it just helps you grow.

(Pre-Chorus)
And nobody said that happiness is not a final goal,
But moments flickering, like lightning in the dark.
A second on the bus, a song that makes your spirit whole.
The first sip of coffee, leaving its lonely mark.

(Chorus)
Nobody warned me, mistakes aren't failures,
Just the only way to find what you're made of inside.
You can shatter, break into pieces, and then gather
Yourself anew, transformed by the tide.
Your scars aren't shameful marks, they're proof you survive.
This is the wild beauty: to just live, to just stay alive.

(Bridge)
And most important—nobody told me that this is freedom, you see.
Freedom to accept we're all here for the first time, truly.
No manual for life. Just us, trying to be kind, to love, to hope.
And maybe this yearning to become better, is how we cope.

(Chorus)
Nobody warned me, mistakes aren't failures,
Just the only way to find what you're made of inside.
You can shatter, break into pieces, and then gather
Yourself anew, transformed by the tide.
Your scars aren't shameful marks, they're proof you survive.
This is the wild beauty: to just live, to just stay alive.

(Outro)
You don't have to know. You can make mistakes. You can be imperfect.
Just live. As you can. As you feel. As it comes, no defect.
There's a wild beauty in living, not knowing how, it's true.
Just live. For you.