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Verse 1
They say there’s no one standing there
But someone breathes behind my chair
A quiet weight against the air
Like eyes that never blink

The clock is ticking through my spine
The walls lean closer all the time
And every thought that once was mine
Now answers when I think

I whisper, “Who are you?” at night
The dark just smiles without a face
And something wearing my own voice
Repeats the words I say

Pre-Chorus
They call it illness
Call it lies
But they don’t hear
The other side

Chorus
There’s a room inside my head
Where the lights refuse to stay
Where the whispers learn my name
And the shadows like to pray

They say I’m losing what is real
That the world is still and clear
But reality feels thinner
Every time they disappear

And I swear I’m not pretending
I’m not trying to deceive

I’m just trapped between the voices

And the people who don’t believe

Verse 2
The mirror sometimes moves too slow
My reflection watches me go
Like it knows something I don’t
And waits for me to sleep

I hear footsteps in the hall
But every door leads to a wall
And every silence in the room
Feels deeper than it should be

Sometimes they whisper soft and kind
Sometimes they laugh like broken glass
Sometimes they tell me awful things
About the ones who pass

Pre-Chorus
And every night
I try to choose
Which voice is mine
And which I lose

Chorus
There’s a room inside my head
Where the ceiling breathes at night
Where the quiet grows so loud
It begins to feel alive

They say the world is simple
That the air is safe and still
But I feel something in the silence
Waiting for my will

And I swear I’m still a person
Still the boy I used to be

But the voices keep insisting

There are more of me

Bridge (slow and eerie)
One of them sounds like comfort
One of them sounds like fear
One of them knows my memories
Better than I do here

And sometimes…
When I close my eyes to rest

I hear my own voice
Whispering from somewhere else

Final Chorus
There’s a room inside my head
Where the doors all lock the same
Where the darkness learns to speak
And the echoes know my name

They say it’s just perception
Just a trick the mind can weave
But the scariest part about it

Is how real they seem to be

I’m not trying to scare you
I’m just trying to explain

What it’s like to share your breathing

With a mind that’s not the same

Outro (whisper)
And if you listen very closely…

When the world goes quiet at night…

You might hear them too. 🖤

Dreamy Acoustic Ballad with Soft Guitar and Whispered Vocals, female