More Important Than Winning

More Important Than Winning

Genre: pop-rock anthem with big chorus. Tempo: mid. Mood: uplifting, principled, unifying. Vocals: confident and warm. Instruments: crunchy guitars, stadium drums, backing gang vocals. Theme: choosing truth and relationship over scoring points; refusing the “scoreboard brain.”

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Lyrics

Verse 1 We turned the talk into a boxing ring, A punchline for a crown. Kept track of every clever hit While the real point hit the ground. I watched the room grow smaller With every perfect line— And nobody noticed We were losing time. Pre-Chorus What’s the use of being right If you can’t hear a word? What’s the use of a victory If it leaves you unheard? Chorus I don’t want the scoreboard, I want the map. I don’t want the headline, I want the facts. If I have to crush you To prove my view, Then I’ve traded something priceless For something cheap and new. So I’ll put my pride down— I’ll take the longer route, ’Cause there’s something bigger than the moment We keep forgetting to protect. Verse 2 A rumor moves like lightning, A label moves like glue. We stack our words like weapons And call it “getting through.” But I’ve seen bridges burn so fast You don’t smell the smoke in time— And suddenly the silence Feels like a crime. Pre-Chorus So I’m learning to ask questions That don’t come with a blade. I’m learning to leave space For the things I haven’t weighed. Chorus I don’t want the scoreboard, I want the map. I don’t want the headline, I want the facts. If I have to crush you To prove my view, Then I’ve traded something priceless For something cheap and new. So I’ll put my pride down— I’ll take the longer route, ’Cause there’s something bigger than the moment We keep forgetting to protect. Bridge Let me be careful with my certainty, It’s easy to be cruel. Let me be brave enough to change When I’m shown a better rule. Let me be strong enough to say, “I don’t know yet—tell me more,” ’Cause truth has never needed me To slam a door. Final Chorus I don’t want the scoreboard, I want the map. I don’t want the headline, I want the facts. If I have to crush you To prove my view, Then I’ve traded something priceless For something cheap and new. So I’ll put my pride down— I’ll take the longer route, ’Cause there’s something bigger than the moment We keep forgetting to protect.