Little Wins Add Up
Track 9 of Before Anyone Knew My Name
[ Lyrics ]
Little wins add up — feeling like enough. + soft finger snap → groove) Used to dread the DMs, thought they’d always read ‘No thanks,’ now my phone buzzes quiet, ‘We love the track, let’s make amends.’ Met the girl from that coffee — ‘Wait… your voice?’ I nod and smile, no red carpet, no flashbulbs, just a wave across the aisle. Still clock in at six P.M., still know the bus route by heart, but the manager says, ‘You’re on the playlist now — that’s art.’ Told my roommate last night, ‘I don’t feel like I’m faking it,’ she said, ‘Took you long enough,’ and turned the page in her paper lit. No champagne showers, no viral grace, just slow-burn moments in this quiet space. But I catch my breath when the right people sing along, and I think… maybe I’ve been here all along. Little wins add up — feeling like enough, even if the world ain’t clapping loud. Little wins add up — I’m not who I was, stood in the storm and kept walking because— Got tagged in a reel — some girl dancing barefoot in her room, captioned, ‘This song got me through.’ I stared at my phone in the gloom. Texted my mom, ‘You were right,’ didn’t say too much more, she knows the fights I didn’t win, the ones behind the door. Did a feature with the poet — voice cracked on the take, she said, ‘That’s the part I love — the truth you couldn’t fake.’ Now I write without apology, even when the verse is small, because someone out there hears it — and it means something after all. Not a spotlight, not a fame chase, just the weight of a name in the right kind of space. And when doubt tries to creep in with its tired old song, I hum the chorus back — where I belong. Little wins add up — feeling like enough, even if the world ain’t clapping loud. Little wins add up — I’m not who I was, stood in the storm and kept walking because— I don’t need a trophy, don’t need a throne, just the hum of my voice through a busted headset home. Not all triumphs thunder — some just open doors, like a nod from a stranger, a text from before. Little wins add up — feeling like enough, even if the world ain’t clapping loud. Little wins add up — I’m not who I was, stood in the storm and kept walking because— Little wins add up — yeah, I’m feeling it now— Little wins… + final finger snap)