HOOK (high, stretched, emotional) What’s it like to wake up… and be meee… Is it a cooold… and haaauuunted… fairy‑taaaale dreeeaaam? Every mornin’ I’m fallin’, I can’t hear my own screeeaam, Weak tears shake — bones ache — breakin’ at the seam… I don’t wanna die… I just wanna feel alive again… ⸻ VERSE 1 — (your story, metaphorically dark) So what’s it like? Ok… I’ll stop lying — here’s the truth in my skin: I wake up feelin’ lost, wonderin’ who I’ve ever been, Tryna figure if you know what I’m thinkin’ within. I feel pain, I feel empty, I feel suicidal, Like I’m stuck in a cycle that’s long gone viral. Trauma crawls from the west end — deep in my brain, Where the shadows keep talkin’ and whisperin’ shame. Some nights I blame myself like I opened that door, Like Pandora’s box woke demons I’d buried before. I feel robbed by the world, like my soul got mugged, Like life hit a jugular and left me unplugged. And the memories chase me — hellfire on my track, Call me the devil ‘cause I carry hell on my back. But I don’t know where I stand, don’t know what’s pretend, I’m numb, I’m hollow, breakin’ again. There’s nobody here — just me and my thoughts, And the pieces of a person this trauma forgot. ⸻ CHORUS (sad, stretched, hopeless) What’s it like to be me? It’s a cold broken echo in a body that bleeds. It’s a suicidal storm that I’m tryna out-run, It’s a mind fightin’ battles that it’s already won. It’s a scream… in a dream… that nobody sees… And that’s what it’s like to be me. ⸻ VERSE 2 — (darker, deeper emotional collapse) Some days are lighter… some hours survive, But most of the time? I’m barely alive. Suicidal thoughts drip slow like a leak in my mind, And the harder I try, the deeper I find. I’m haunted by choices — the ones I didn’t make, The nights I wasn’t there, the moments that break. I feel guilt like a chain that wraps tight ’round my chest, Like I’m payin’ for sins that were never confessed. I try to breathe… but the air feels thin, Like the world’s movin’ on while I can’t begin. I’m a ghost in my life, a shadow in scenes, A prisoner trapped in my own memories. And I swear I’m tryin’ — tryna climb out the pit, But trauma keeps pullin’ like it’s never gon’ quit. I pretend I’m okay, but the ache never ends, I’m alive… but I’m breakin’ again… ⸻ OUTRO — (soft, whispered, fading) **What’s it like to be me? It’s a question that hurts more than it frees… But if you ever feel the same — just know you’re not alone in the dark with the screams… Yeah… that’s what it’s like… to be me.**

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