[Verse 1 – the damage done]
I see the wreckage in my shadow every night I close my eyes,
Hallucinations of the moments where I crossed a thousand lines.
Your voice repeats like static I can’t shut out of my head,
Every echo is a warning of the person I became instead.
My thoughts are twisted corridors of things I left undone,
A graveyard full of choices and the damage that I spun.
I want to face what broke us, but my voice just falls apart—
Every truth I try to speak gets strangled in my heart.
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[Pre-Chorus – losing grip]
I’m standing on the ledge of everything I didn’t fix,
With ropes around my memory
pulling tighter at the rips.
I reach for words to own the pain, but guilt distorts the view—
I can’t tell what’s real anymore
and what’s my mind breaking through.
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[Chorus – the apology that won’t come out]
I’m falling through the cracks of everything I’ve done,
Haunted by the harm I caused
and every line I can’t outrun.
My vision blurs, my conscience shakes,
I see the truth in every ache.
I’m tied up in the wreckage of mistakes I can’t undo—
I’m wrapped in chains
because I can’t say sorry to you.
Not because I don’t feel it—
but because the words won’t break through.
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[Verse 2 – hallucination of guilt]
I see a figure at my doorway whispering the things I hid,
Every secret, every failure, every wound I never stitched.
They stare at me with hollow eyes that mirror all my doubt,
A hallucination born from all the pain I never let out.
And I know I should confront it—what I ruined, what I broke,
But my tongue is tied in silence like a noose I never spoke.
The truth sits on my chest like it’s trying to crush my spine,
But the apology I owe you gets lost between the lines.
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[Pre-Chorus – spiraling]
The floor begins to tilt again,
I stumble through the haze—
The consequences chase me
through a labyrinth I made.
I reach for one last chance to fix the damage I put you through—
But my voice collapses in my throat
before the words make it to you.
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[Chorus – bitter reality]
I’m falling through the cracks of everything I’ve done,
Haunted by the harm I caused
and every lie I tried to outrun.
My vision blurs, my conscience shakes,
I feel the cost of every break.
I’m tied up in the wreckage of mistakes I can’t undo—
I’m wrapped in chains
because I can’t say sorry to you.
Not because I don’t mean it—
but because it never breaks through.
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