[Verse 1]

Every time it ends, I’m staring at the ceiling,

Wondering how I let him walk off with my feelings.

Gave too much away, forgot who I was,

Got so caught up in “us” I lost my “because.”

[Verse 2]

But my mama raised me on something strong,

Told me, “Baby, you’ve been magic all along.”

So why am I trippin’ like I need a man’s touch,

When I’ve already got more than enough?

[Chorus]

I came from love, I was made to shine,

Got fire in my soul, and the stars all mine.

Ain’t no heartbreak gonna steal my crown,

I remember now…

[Post-Chorus]

I’m good at my own special sht,

Don’t need your hands to handle it.

Got my own groove, got my own moves,

This heart’s gonna dance in brand new shoes.

I came from love, yeah, that’s my truth,

And I’m gettin’ back to the me I knew.

So watch me rise, watch me flip the script,

’Cause I’m good at my own special sht.

[Verse 3]

Every “happily-ever” that fell apart,

Was just another way to rewire my heart.

Now I’m turning up the light, gonna take up space,

No man can erase my favorite face.

[Verse 4]

I got my laugh, my style, my spark,

The way I light a fire in the dark.

I’m a whole damn storm and a gentle breeze,

And I’m done with saying “baby, please.”

[Chorus]

I came from love, I was made to shine,

Got fire in my soul, and the stars all mine.

Ain’t no heartbreak gonna steal my crown,

I remember now…

[Post-Chorus]

I’m good at my own special sht,

Don’t need your hands to handle it.

Got my own groove, got my own moves,

This heart’s gonna dance in brand new shoes.

I came from love, yeah, that’s my truth,

And I’m gettin’ back to the me I knew.

So watch me rise, watch me flip the script,

’Cause I’m good at my own special sht.

[Bridge]

No more dimming my light, no more shrinking down,

I’m gonna strut like I own this town.

Every scar just proves I can take the hit,

And still be good at my own special sh*t.

[Final Chorus]

I’m good at my own special sht,

Don’t need your hands to handle it.

Got my own groove, got my own moves,

This heart’s gonna dance in brand new shoes.

I came from love, yeah, that’s my truth,

And I’m gettin’ back to the me I knew.

So watch me rise, watch me flip the script,

’Cause I’m good at my own special sht.

[Outro]

Yeah, I’m good, I’m good…

At my own special sh*t.

© 2026 Thomas Bruggemann, Heartfelt Lyrics