[TITLE: NOBODY NOTICES]
[GENRE: Indie Pop, Alternative Rock, Electronic Rock, Indie Hip-Hop, Atmospheric Synths, Crunchy Guitars, Gritty Bass, Punchy Studio Drums, Catchy Chorus, ALL MALE VOCALS, NO FEMALE VOCALS, STUDIO RECORDING, NO LIVE CROWD]
[INTRO: Clean guitar, low synth pulse.]
[VERSE 1: MALE, conversational.]
I can walk into a crowded room
And disappear.
Say all the right things.
Laugh at the right time.
Everybody asks,
"How've you been?"
I say,
"Good."
Nobody waits for the answer.
[BEAT: Gritty bass, punchy drums, crunchy guitar.]
I know exactly how to look okay.
That's the problem.
I've gotten really fucking good at it.
[PRE-CHORUS]
Maybe if I stopped talking,
Someone would notice.
[CHORUS: BIG CATCHY MALE VOCAL.]
Nobody notices,
Nobody knows.
I could scream at the top of my lungs
And still go home alone.
Nobody notices,
Maybe that's my fault.
I've been hiding in plain sight
And nobody fucking knows.
[VERSE 2: MALE RAP ONLY. Aggressive, controlled. DO NOT SING.]
Yeah—
I got a thousand things
That I never say out loud.
Put a smile on my face
And disappear into the crowd.
"How you doing?"
"Yeah, I'm fine."
Same fucking lie.
I've been carrying this shit
Like it's nobody else's problem.
If I drop it for a second,
Who's gonna help me carry it?
Everybody's got their own mess,
I get it, that's life.
But sometimes I wanna scream,
"Can somebody look twice?"
Not for attention.
Not for pity.
Just prove I'm not invisible
When I'm standing in the city.
[BACKGROUND MALE]
You think nobody cares?
[MAIN]
I don't know.
[CHORUS]
Nobody notices,
Nobody knows.
I could scream at the top of my lungs
And still go home alone.
Nobody notices,
Maybe that's my fault.
I've been hiding in plain sight
And nobody fucking knows.
[INSTRUMENTAL: 20 seconds. Heavy guitar riff, gritty bass, punchy drums, synth texture. NO VOCALS.]
[BRIDGE: Clean guitar, distant piano.]
Maybe I got so good at hiding
I forgot how to be found.
Maybe I've been waiting for somebody
To hear me without making a sound.
[BACKGROUND MALE]
Then let somebody in.
[MAIN]
I'm trying.
[FINAL BUILD: Heavier guitars, full drums, layered MALE vocals.]
[FINAL CHORUS: HUGE MALE VOCAL. Heavy guitars, emotional.]
Nobody notices,
Nobody knows.
I could scream at the top of my lungs
And still go home alone.
Nobody notices,
But maybe that's my fault.
I've been hiding in plain sight
And I'm fucking tired of it.
Nobody notices...
But I'm still here.
[OUTRO: Guitar rings out, synth fades.]
I'm still here.
[Silence.]