[(Cinematic Rap / Emotional Orchestral Build)/Indie Pop]
[Tempo: 76 BPM]
[Key: E Minor]
[Tone: Vulnerable → Rising → Unresolved but resilient]
[Intro (Soft Piano + Room Noise)]
Writing is my therapy…
You have no idea what writing means to me.
(Deep breath)
[Verse 1 (Low, controlled delivery)]
I had rough days, rough nights, rough years,
Talkin’ ’bout the thoughts I don’t say out loud here.
Producing trash that I loop on repeat,
’Cause even if it’s broken — at least it’s me.
On the surface I’m calm, I’m cool, I’m composed,
Heart on my sleeve but nobody knows.
Seventeen thousand listens disappeared,
Guess it’s clear where I’m steerin’ from here.
Suicidal thoughts knock daily at the door,
Heart beatin’ heavy like it’s keepin’ score.
If I told you my life was perfect, I’d lie,
I smile in the day but I’m scared at night.
[Pre-Chorus (Strings begin to swell)]
The bell rings every day, the fight’s the same,
I was good for a month — now I’m back in the rain.
No progress begun, or so it feels,
When your mind turns doubt into something real.
[Chorus (Big cinematic lift)]
Where do I go from here?
Do I double down or disappear?
Rebuild my mind just to lose to fear?
Tell me what’s the move from here?
Do I hang it up, call it a night?
Do I keep swingin’ when I’m tired of the fight?
Hate myself but I love myself too —
What more am I supposed to do?
[Verse 2 (More intense, drums enter)]
The next EP was in the works, now I’m stuck,
Buildin’ dreams just to feel like they’re luck.
Does any of this music deserve to stay?
Or am I just yellin’ words into space?
Do I call out names? Do I talk my doubt?
Do I burn it down just to stand out?
Or do I focus on craft, focus on life,
Put down the pen and walk off mic?
Heart beatin’ loud when I think ’bout death,
Not ’cause I want it — just tired, I guess.
Tired of rebuildin’ the same old ground,
Every time I get up, I’m back face down.
[Bridge (Everything drops — piano + raw vocal)]
What if this pain is the reason I write?
What if the dark is just starvin’ for light?
What if the fight isn’t proof that I’m weak?
What if the voice in my head ain’t me?
(Silence beat)
What if I stay?
[Final Chorus (Full drums + choir)]
Where do I go from here?
Maybe I don’t disappear.
Maybe I build through the fear —
Even if the path ain’t clear.
I won’t hang it up tonight.
I’ll survive another fight.
Hate myself but I love myself too —
And that might be enough to get through.
Where do I go from here?
Goodbye…
ELIROBB
