[Verse 1 – tight, fast]
I keep feelin’ like extra, like I don’t belong,
Like I’m added weight people carry along,
Like they cool for a minute then energy drop,
Subtle shift in the room when I talk too much.
I notice it quick, I don’t even react,
Just pull back a little, start fixin’ my act,
Cut jokes in half, keep words on a leash,
Make myself smaller, easier to keep.
I say “my bad” for shit that’s normal,
Turn simple moments into somethin’ awful,
Like I crossed a line I can’t even see,
Like just bein’ around is too much of me.
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[Hook – clean, direct]
I feel like weight, like dead space,
Like somethin’ people deal with, not embrace,
So I step back, give room, don’t stay,
If I leave first, I don’t gotta feel replaced.
I feel like weight, no debate,
Like silence hits better when I don’t say,
So I fade out, keep it low,
Less of me means less I mess up, I know.
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[Verse 2 – faster, sharper]
I don’t ask for help, I just figure it out,
Or let it stack up till it’s harder to doubt,
‘Cause needin’ people feel like I’m pressin’ a nerve,
Like I’m askin’ for more than I really deserve.
Conversations turn into overthinking,
Replayin’ lines, what they meant, what I’m missin’,
“Was I too much? Was that outta place?”
That loop don’t stop, just switch up the case.
So I keep it surface, don’t go too deep,
Don’t show too much, don’t let it leak,
‘Cause the second I do, I start feelin’ that shift,
Like I gave ‘em a reason to slowly dip.
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[Hook]
I feel like weight, like dead space,
Like somethin’ people deal with, not embrace,
So I step back, give room, don’t stay,
If I leave first, I don’t gotta feel replaced.
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[Verse 3 – fast, controlled]
It’s not loud, it’s quiet, it’s small, it’s constant,
Not a breakdown, just a low hum problem,
Like I’m always adjustin’ the way I exist,
So I don’t tip scales, so I don’t get missed.
I’ll ghost for a bit just to ease the load,
Tell myself they’re better when I’m not involved,
Not dramatic—just seems to make sense,
Less weight on them if I’m not present.
But then it loops back, yeah I know that part,
Same pattern playin’, same restart,
I say I’m fine, keep things light,
But it don’t feel true, just feels right.
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[Bridge – simple, grounded]
Maybe it’s me, maybe it’s not,
Maybe I think more than I should a lot,
Maybe I’m wrong, maybe I’m right,
Either way, it’s there every night.
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[Verse 4 – fastest, more clarity]
Still show up though, still say what I can,
Still try not to disappear on demand,
Even if I feel like I don’t quite fit,
I’m not fully gone, I ain’t quittin’ it.
Yeah, I pull back, yeah, I move light,
Yeah, I overthink most nights,
But I’m still here, still takin’ space,
Even if it feel like a mistake some days.
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[Outro]
Not fixed.
Not figured out.
Just… here.
