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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Got my name in a frame on the hallway wall
Little paper crown from a lifetime of staying late
Nice view
Nice chair
With my back to it all
Talking big on the phone
Eating dinner off a paper plate
Friends say I’m doing fine
“you’re the lucky one”
I nod
Crack a smile
Change the subject
Take another call
Every answer I’ve chased just raised another one
How’d I climb this high and still feel small?
[Chorus]
I’ve got enough on paper
So why’s it thin in my chest?
Why does a quiet Sunday
Feel like a failing test?
If I have everything they said
Would make this life feel right
Why do I want something more
And hate myself for wanting more some nights?
[Verse 2]
I walk past the man with a blanket on the frozen ground
Drop a coin
Drop my eyes
Feel the sting and look away
Who am I to complain with this life I’ve found?
Guilt tastes like metal on my tongue all day
Is it hunger or habit that keeps me in this race?
Am I scared to be grateful
Scared to stand still?
I’ve been trading my years for a parking space
And a sofa I collapse on
Asking if I ever will
[Chorus]
I’ve got enough on paper
So why’s it thin in my chest?
Why does a quiet Sunday
Feel like a failing test?
If I have everything they said
Would make this life feel right
Why do I want something more
And hate myself for wanting more some nights?
[Bridge]
Maybe joy isn’t earned like a grade on a page
Maybe pain doesn’t care what I’ve done
What I’ve made
I’m allowed to be tired
Allowed to be brave
To admit I feel empty with so much to save (oh)
[Chorus]
I’ve got enough on paper
But I’m still learning the rest
Learning that being human
Is messier than success
I can have everything they said
And still be searching for the light
Doesn’t make me weak or selfish
Just a heart that’s trying to feel right
[Outro]
A roof and a ring of keys in my trembling hand
And a question I carry as quiet as I can
Details
GeneratedApr 2, 2026
Duration3:55
LanguageEnglish
Style
Muted indie-pop ballad; soft male vocals over fingerpicked guitar and warm bass, brushed drums entering on the first chorus. Verses stay intimate and close-mic’d, chorus blooms with airy pads and light harmonies. Subtle build into a final, slightly rougher vocal pass, then a gentle guitar outro that leaves space for reflection., happy
Credits
Prompt byBostonDJ
ModelAria v5
Prompt
I have everything, a doctorate, a good job, roof over my head, I can pay the bills, but why am I not happy, or am selfish??
