Verse 1
This feels like a funeral, but I’m still breathing,
Burying my hope, yeah, it’s barely even beating.
Trying to climb out, but the dirt keeps falling,
Echoes in my chest, and the silence keeps calling.
Guitar strums hit like a punch to my chest,
Every note reminds me of the pain I suppress.
They say, “Keep your head up,” but they don’t understand,
When your fight’s with yourself, yeah, it’s hard to take a stand.
Pre-Chorus
I’m wrestling with the dark, yeah, it’s always been my rival,
Praying for a light, but my faith feels suicidal.
Staring at the grave that I built in my mind,
Trying to find a heartbeat in the space left behind.
Chorus
Yeah, I’m lost in the sound, drowning in the weight,
Every breath feels borrowed, like it’s running late.
I’m alive, but it’s heavy—don’t know what to do,
Feels like I’m writing my own eulogy too.
Verse 2
A six-string melody wraps around my pain,
Every strum’s a reminder that I’m barely sane.
I don’t talk about it much; they don’t need to know,
But this smile I’m wearing’s just a part of the show.
I’ve been carrying this coffin, and it’s breaking my spine,
Each step feels longer as I’m running out of time.
Yeah, I’ve prayed for a miracle, but it feels out of reach,
So I’m stuck here bleeding while the wounds still preach.
Pre-Chorus
I’m wrestling with the dark, yeah, it’s always been my rival,
Praying for a light, but my faith feels suicidal.
Staring at the grave that I built in my mind,
Trying to find a heartbeat in the space left behind.
Chorus
Yeah, I’m lost in the sound, drowning in the weight,
Every breath feels borrowed, like it’s running late.
I’m alive, but it’s heavy—don’t know what to do,
Feels like I’m writing my own eulogy too.
Bridge
Maybe this ain’t death, maybe it’s rebirth,
Maybe breaking down is how I find my worth.
Let the dirt fall, let the silence speak,
If I hit rock bottom, maybe that’s what I need.
Outro
This feels like a funeral, but I’m still here,
Dancing with my demons while I choke back fear.
Guitar strings cry, but they tell me the truth,
Yeah, I’m alive, but I’m still searching for proof.
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