Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Wake up, same ceiling, same crack in the paint
Phone screen glowing, I scroll till I'm faint
Everyone flawless, filters so clean
I'm in the mirror like, "What do you mean?"
Eyes like questions, skin like a war
Hold my breath, count scars, lose score
Mama in the kitchen say, "You good, babe?"
I shrug, take pills that don't do a thing
[Chorus]
I’m thirteen floors down in my own mind
Hating every inch of this cheap design
If I disappear, would they even care?
I’m screaming at a wall that just stares
I don’t wanna be me, I don’t wanna be here
Every laugh I fake, every hollow cheer
If this is growing up, I want out of this ride
Thirteen floors down, nowhere to hide
[Verse 2]
Locker door slam, names carved in the steel
"Ugly," "try-hard"—tell me which one’s real
Teacher talks slow, I write in the margins
Tiny black clouds, girls with no organs
Best friend distant, new crew, new clothes
I’m last year’s trend, she already knows
Dad says "toughen up," says "life’s like this"
Cool, then why my chest feel like a fist?
[Chorus]
I’m thirteen floors down in my own mind
Hating every inch of this cheap design
If I disappear, would they even care?
I’m screaming at a wall that just stares
I don’t wanna be me, I don’t wanna be here
Every laugh I fake, every hollow cheer
If this is growing up, I want out of this ride
Thirteen floors down, nowhere to hide
[Bridge]
Maybe one day I won’t hate this face
Maybe one day I’ll step out this place
But today I’m stuck in this crooked skin (yeah)
So I rap my hurt just to cage it in (uh)
[Chorus]
I’m thirteen floors down in my own mind
Hating every inch of this cheap design
If I disappear, would they even care?
I’m screaming at a wall that just stares
I don’t wanna be me, I don’t wanna be here
Every laugh I fake, every hollow cheer
If this is growing up, I want out of this ride
Thirteen floors down, nowhere to hide
Style
rapmoody trap-leaning hip hop beat built on detuned piano and distant vocal chopssparse kicks and tight hats in the verses; chorus widens with layered female vocalssubbass swellsand a heavier snare. energy starts brooding and containedthen vents in the hook with more aggressive phrasing and ad-libsmale vocals optional for doubled lines in the chorus.hip hop
Prompt
A song about a teenage girl hating life and herself, rap, hip hop
Credits
Prompt by
Huberts_1st_Fan
Huberts_1st_FanGeneratedFeb 21, 2026
ModelAria v5
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