**\[Verse 1]**
I’m not crying, I’m fading—
Like ink in the rain.
I tell them “I’m fine”
While I circle the drain.
They call it worry, call it stress,
They don’t see the emptiness
Settling under my skin.
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**\[Pre-Chorus]**
“Just talk,” they tell me—
Like words don’t cost me.
They don’t hear the static hum,
Drowning out what I’ve become.
I’m not sinking in anger,
I’m drowning in quiet despair.
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**\[Chorus]**
I’m learning the art of vacant eyes,
Perfecting my scripted lies.
But behind closed doors,
I’m cracking, sore,
Wondering if I was ever more.
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**\[Verse 2]**
No really—I’m drifting,
Losing touch with my voice.
No really—I’m drifting,
Like I don’t get a choice.
No really—I’m drifting,
Letting go without show.
I’m silent, compliant,
Pretending it’s under control.
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**\[Bridge]**
I’m fighting the fog,
Hoping it lifts.
But one careless joke,
One small rift,
And I’m right on the edge again,
Wrestling ghosts in my head again.
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**\[Chorus]**
I’m humming the tune of keeping it in,
Perfecting the art of quiet sin.
But behind these walls,
The darkness calls,
Wondering if I’ll ever begin.
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**\[Verse 3]**
No really—I’m slipping,
Pulling back from their touch.
No really—I’m slipping,
“Is it really too much?”
No really—I’m slipping,
Numb to the cost.
They won’t even notice
If I’m already lost.
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**\[Bridge 2]**
They don’t see the shift in my stare,
They don’t hear the silent prayer.
I’m screaming inside these smiles,
Hoping someone sees the trials.
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**\[Final Chorus / Outro]**
I’m learning to build these careful walls,
Answering with empty calls.
But behind it all,
I’m brittle, small,
Wondering if I matter at all.
No really—I’m drifting.
No really—I’m drifting.
No really—I’m drifting away.