Lyric

I used to chase the perfect pace

Mistook the race for saving face

But now I walk, and in each step

I find the things I almost left

It’s not the wins that make me whole

But how I learn to hold control

And let it go—again, again

Soft victories beneath my skin

It gets better with time

Not in leaps, but subtle climb

Like morning light that doesn’t shout

Just shows the way the dark runs out

I may still trip, I may still fall

But I rise wiser through it all

I used to fear what I don't know

But now I let the silence grow

Some dreams arrive a breath too late

But even that can turn to grace

I’m not who I was before

But I don't mourn her anymore

She brought me here, she paved the road

And left me light enough to hold

It gets better with time

Through quiet days and steep inclines

Through lonely rooms and borrowed skies

Through letting go and asking “why”

Each year I grow into this skin

A little less afraid to begin

There’s beauty in a slower burn

In every break, I’ve learned to turn

Not back—but inward, toward the flame

That flickered on despite the rain

It gets better with time

Like aging roots that learn to climb

My story’s written soft and wide

Across the hours I once denied

And even when the stars don’t shine

I know my life is better with time