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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…

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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.

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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.

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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…

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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.**