[Verse] Concrete walls and a borrowed couch, Sunlight cuts through cracks in the clouds. Fridge hums low with a half-empty bag of rice, One lamp flickers, still learning how to shine. [Pre-Chorus] Paper notes taped to the door, "Welcome" in a handwriting I don’t know anymore. But the silence talks in a language I recognize— This is mine. This is mine. [Chorus] Fridge full of hope, Cold but still breathing. One bed, no name, But I’m learning to be me. Fridge full of hope, A single light in a borrowed room. Even when I feel lost, I still see me in the glow. [Verse] A coffee stain on the linoleum floor, A playlist titled “Maybe I’ll be more.” Windows fogged with the weight of my dreams, Folding laundry like I’m folding my seams. [Pre-Chorus] I trace the cracks in the paint like maps, Each one a story that’s not yet in the past. But the quiet holds me, soft and true— This little space… is mine. [Chorus] Fridge full of hope, Cold but still breathing. One bed, no name, But I’m learning to be me. Fridge full of hope, A single light in a borrowed room. Even when I feel lost, I still see me in the glow. [Bridge] They said “you’ll find your way,” But what if my way is here, In this quiet, this breath, This fragile, tender fear? But even with no one near, I’m not alone, I’m not afraid— ‘Cause hope don’t need a roof, It just needs to be stayed. [Chorus] Fridge full of hope, Cold but still breathing. One bed, no name, But I’m learning to be me. Fridge full of hope, A single light in a borrowed room. Even when I feel lost, I still see me in the glow. [Outro] Fridge full of hope… Still breathing… Still glowing… Still me.