Therapy In My Head

[Intro]
Yeah
Mm
Talking to myself again
[Verse 1]
I grew up where “you’re fine” meant “don’t talk”
Tears dried on the sleeve of my coat
Smiled big for the family photos
Then cropped my feelings out of the frame
I had dreams but I shelved those quick
“Get a job, pay bills, that’s life”
If I ever said “scared,” they laughed
So I learned how to lie with “I’m alright”
[Pre-Chorus]
Why I only bleed when the door’s locked?
Only let it out when the song’s on?
Every time I think that I moved on
Same old ghost in a new home
[Chorus]
This is therapy in my head
Turn the volume up on what I never said
Every scar I hide, every sleepless night
I’m just tryna turn the hurt into a headline
If the truth cuts deep, let it cut me first
I’m done tryna act like it doesn’t hurt
Life keeps swinging, I swing right back
I take my pain and paint it black
[Verse 2]
They tell me “be grateful, you’re blessed”
Cool, but my brain still a mess
Got a room full of people who love me
Still feel like I’m talking to an empty desk
Yeah, I’m tired of the fake “I’m good”
Fake small talk, fake Hollywood
If I’m broken, at least I’ll say it
Rather be cracked than coated in paint
[Pre-Chorus]
Why I pray hard then I still doubt?
Wanna let go, but I’m chained down
Every time I stand, I fall somehow
But at least I fall with the pen out
[Chorus]
This is therapy in my head
Turn the volume up on what I never said
Every scar I hide, every sleepless night
I’m just tryna turn the hurt into a headline
If the truth cuts deep, let it cut me first
I’m done tryna act like it doesn’t hurt
Life keeps swinging, I swing right back
I take my pain and paint it black
[Bridge]
I don’t wanna wear that mask again (nah)
I don’t wanna fake that laugh again
If I gotta walk through fire
At least I know I’m not pretending
Tell me, is it weakness if I cry?
Or strength if I stop asking why?
Either way I’m done with silence
I’d rather let these words collide
[Chorus]
This is therapy in my head
Turn the volume up on what I never said
Every scar I hide, every sleepless night
I’m just tryna turn the hurt into a headline
If the truth cuts deep, let it cut me first
I’m done tryna act like it doesn’t hurt
Life keeps swinging, I swing right back
I take my pain and paint it black (yeah)
[Outro]
Life keeps swinging, I swing right back
If I’m still breathing, I’m not done yet (oh)
Talk to the page ‘til the page talks back
This is therapy
In my head

rap, Moody cinematic hip-hop/pop hybrid, male vocals. Dark piano and distant strings under tight, percussive drums; verses are urgent rap with intimate, close-mic delivery. Choruses bloom into sung hooks with wide reverb, stacked harmonies, and subtle low choir pads. Final chorus adds heavier hits and ad-lib doubles for a cathartic, chest-thumping finish, then cuts to bare piano and vocal on the last line., pop