[Verse 1] I’m havin’ enough, it’s just too much Stressin’ heavy, swear it’s gonna kill me Worried ‘bout losin’ this or that—really it’s no issue Ain’t no excuse, but I’m losin’ my own clarity See, I can’t be the vessel good enough for you Wonder why I even open my mouth at all You put all my negative thoughts on pause Second you gone, every light in me dies too [Pre-Chorus] Darkness used to creep me out, now it feels like home I’m scared of what I could touch, what I could feel right in front of me Been on this same damn track again Heavin’ thoughts that choke and beguile me Facts written in datasets—ain’t no denyin’ it [Chorus] I’m breakin’, I’m breakin’, can’t you see? Light leaves when you leave, darkness swallows me Can’t be the one you need, can’t even breathe Grunge in my veins, rap in my scream Too much, too much, it’s killin’ me You’re the only pause in my misery [Verse 2] I talk just to fill the silence, then hate every word Negative loops on repeat, blurred You walk in, whole world gets color again You walk out, black and white, back to the pain Afraid of my own hands, afraid of the real What if I reach and it all falls through? I’m heavin’ these thoughts like bricks in my chest Datasets don’t lie—man, I’m a fuckin’ mess [Bridge] (soft, almost spoken, then building) No issue… no issue… But I’m slippin’, slippin’ Can’t be your vessel, can’t even hold myself together When the light leaves… I’m gone too [Chorus – louder, distorted grunge scream-rap] I’m breakin’, I’m breakin’, can’t you see? Light leaves when you leave, darkness swallows me Can’t be the one you need, can’t even breathe Grunge in my veins, rap in my scream Too much, too much, it’s killin’ me You’re the only pause in my misery [Outro – slow, fading, half-sung] Facts written in datasets… I’m losin’ my clarity… Don’t go… Light leaves when you leave… And I’m already gone. (Grunge rap flow: heavy distorted guitars under the verses, trap 808s on the low end, screamed chorus like early 2000s nu-metal meets Juice WRLD emo-rap. Raw, unfiltered, no auto-tune gloss—just pain and grit.)

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