(Alternative Rock / Grunge)
Verse 1
I’m the echo in a hallway no one walks down anymore,
Oldest shadow on the staircase, keeping score.
Two voices crashing in the kitchen like a tidal wave,
I turn the volume up so loud it shakes the frame.
And I pretend it’s just the music, not the weight I have to carry,
Pretend the world is not as heavy, not as scary.
Pre‑Chorus
I mumble every sentence like it might explode,
Hands in my pockets, heart in a chokehold.
Trying not to be the burden they warned me about,
Trying not to disappear when I’m screaming without sound.
Chorus
There’s static in my bones,
Buzzing like a fault line under my skin.
I’m not trying to let go,
I just don’t know where I’m supposed to begin.
Feeling different, feeling left out,
Like the room keeps spinning me around.
I’m not trying to die — I’m just trying to live
Without breaking down.
Verse 2
Friends laugh in circles I can’t step into,
I swear they see right through me when I do.
I’m the older one, the “strong one,” the glue that’s cracking,
Holding two brothers close while everything’s collapsing.
And every night I cry in quiet corners no one checks,
Because speaking up feels like a gamble with my neck.
Pre‑Chorus
I swallow every worry like it’s poison in my throat,
Afraid they’ll call me crazy if I ever let it float.
Afraid they’ll judge the tremble in my voice,
Afraid of every silence, every choice.
Chorus
There’s static in my bones,
Buzzing like a fault line under my skin.
I’m not trying to let go,
I just don’t know where I’m supposed to begin.
Feeling different, feeling left out,
Like the room keeps spinning me around.
I’m not trying to die — I’m just trying to live
Without breaking down.
Bridge
I blast the speakers till the world fades out,
Till the noise inside me finally drowns.
But the quiet always finds me again,
Crawling up my spine like an old friend.
And I wonder if I’ll ever feel enough,
Or if “enough” was never meant for us.
Final Chorus
There’s static in my bones,
Buzzing like a storm I can’t outrun.
I’m not losing control —
I’m just tired of holding everyone.
Feeling different, feeling left out,
Trying not to scream or shut down.
I’m not trying to die — I’m just trying to live
Without breaking down.
Without breaking down.