High-Pitched UK Chorus – emotional, shaky voice] Oi… I wake up feelin’ empty in a half-made bed… Phone full of people but no one in my head… Bruv, I’m tryna keep calm but the pain stay spread… It’s another day survived, not a day I’ve lived instead… Yeh… tears on my shirt that I wiped last night… Walkin’ through the day tryna hold on tight… Oi, I break down quiet so I don’t cause fright… Tell me why my chest hurt more than the fight… ⸻ [Verse 1 – Morning: REAL LIFE] Alarm go off but I’m already awake, Didn’t sleep much ’cause my hands still shake. Sit up slow, feel the weight in my chest, Tell myself “get up,” but I ain’t feel blessed. Stare at the wall for a minute or two, Tryna find strength just to put on my shoes. I scroll through my phone just hopin’ for a text, But all I see is silence, and it hit me next. Walk to the mirror with bags under my eyes, Say “you’ll be okay,” but it sound like lies. Brush my teeth with the tap runnin’ strong, ’Cause the water the only thing that never did me wrong. Shower runnin’, I slide down to the floor, Hot water hittin’ but my chest still sore. Stay there too long till my fingers wrinkle tight, ’Cause sometimes the shower’s the only place I feel right. ⸻ [High-Pitched UK Chorus – more pain] Oi… I wake up feelin’ empty in a half-made bed… Phone full of people but no one in my head… Bruv, I’m tryna keep calm but the pain stay spread… It’s another day survived, not a day I’ve lived instead… Yeh… tears on my shirt that I wiped last night… Walkin’ through the day tryna hold on tight… Oi, I break down quiet so I don’t cause fright… Tell me why my chest hurt more than the fight… ⸻ [Verse 2 – Daytime: REAL LIFE moments] Walk in the kitchen and skip breakfast again, Stomach feel tight like it’s tied with a chain. Open up the fridge but I close it right quick, Ain’t ate in two days but I still feel sick. Drive through town with the windows low, Lookin’ at the world like it ain’t mine though. I see kids laughin’, couples out holdin’ hands, And I wonder if I’ll ever feel peace again. Tryna talk to someone but I don’t know who, ’Cause every time I open up, they say “you’ll get through.” I need someone real, not someone with a script, Someone who hears pain even when it’s whispered quick. Daydreamin’ heavy at the red lights slow, Thoughts in my head like “bruv, where you gonna go?” Feel lost in a world that don’t make space, Just wanderin’ through life feelin’ out of place. ⸻ [Verse 3 – Night: REAL LIFE breakdown] Night hit fast and I sit in my room, Curtains still closed like permanent gloom. Lay on my back and stare holes in the dark, Tryna quiet down thoughts that always leave a mark. I think ’bout the things that I never said, All the times I held back what messed my head. Scroll on my phone just to feel less alone, Till my eyes tear up and I toss it to the floor. Lights off — but my mind too loud, Heartbeat echo like I’m lost in a crowd. I replay moments from days ago, Small things……………………….

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