[Clean, slightly detuned guitar. Light tape hiss.]
[Spoken, barely above a whisper]
I thought I was fighting for truth.
I was just avoiding it.
[VERSE 1 (soft, confessional)]
I kept my headphones in too long
Let the feedback drown the ache
Said I hated all the noise
But I was scared of what it’d take
Every time the room went quiet
I’d reach for something else
Another argument to start
So I wouldn’t face myself
I blamed buildings, blamed the stage
Blamed the faces, blamed the names
But underneath the smoke and rage
I was terrified of change
[PRE-CHORUS (drums build)]
If I slowed down
If I stood still
I might have had to bend my will
[CHORUS (big, emotional)]
I was running from the quiet
Running from the weight
Running from the voice that said
You don’t have to live this way
I said I don’t need saving
I said I’m wide awake
But I was sprinting from conviction
Every time my chest would shake
I wasn’t brave
I wasn’t strong
I was just scared of being wrong
[VERSE 2 (heavier guitars underneath)]
I called my anger clarity
I called my pride resolve
If I could tear it all apart
I’d never have to evolve
I’d rather deconstruct the walls
Than let them fall on me
If everything is broken
Then I don’t have to see
That I was numb
That I was cold
That I was fighting just to hold
Control of something slipping slow
[PRE-CHORUS (harder)]
If I admitted I was lost
I’d lose the version that it cost
[CHORUS (bigger, screams layered)]
I was running from the quiet
Running from the truth
Running from the steady pull
Breaking through
I said I don’t need mercy
I said I’m doing fine
But every step away from You
Was just fear dressed up as mine
I wasn’t brave
I wasn’t strong
I was just scared of being wrong
[BREAKDOWN (panic energy)]
[Scream]
If I stop, I’ll hear it
If I hear it, I’ll bend
If I bend, I’ll lose
The image I defend
[Half-time chugs]
So I ran
So I ran
So I ran
[FINAL CHORUS (open, honest)]
I was running from the quiet
But the quiet never chased
It was patient in the corner
Waiting for the space
I said I don’t need saving
But I was worn thin
I wasn’t running from You—
I was running from giving in.
[OUTRO (clean, vulnerable)]
I was wrong.
I just didn’t want to admit it.