Capsule

Intro (spoken, low energy, reflective)

Some days I don’t even recognize the way I move…

Feels like I’m living in a body that ain’t mine anymore.

Like they emptied me out just to keep me calm.

Hook (melodic, haunting)

I feel hollow, like a capsule they cracked and drained,

Medication in my veins but it’s numbing my name.

I’m tryna find myself somewhere inside this haze,

But I’m lost in the quiet that these pills always raise.

Verse 1

Medication got me moving like a mannequin,

Face blank, mind slow, can’t tell what I’m standing in.

Used to feel fire, now it’s dust inside my chest,

I’m a capsule that they emptied, nothing left.

I swallow what they give me just to settle down the noise,

But the silence hits harder than the chaos of the voice.

I’m drifting, shifting, losing definition,

Like I traded my pulse for a calmer condition.

They say it’s supposed to help me get back on track,

But I’m stuck in slow motion, can’t get the old me back.

If healing means hollow, then what’s the price tag?

I’m tired of living life inside a body that lags.

Hook (repeat)

I feel hollow, like a capsule they cracked and drained,

Medication in my veins but it’s numbing my name.

I’m tryna find myself somewhere inside this haze,

But I’m lost in the quiet that these pills always raise.

Verse 2 (deeper, more emotional)

I keep searching for the spark that I used to ignite,

But the meds dim the glow till I’m losing my light.

I’m stable but empty, balanced but bent,

Like a ghost in the room where my real self went.

I’m trying to breathe but the air feels staged,

Trying to speak but the words feel caged.

I’m calm on the surface, but inside I’m erased,

Like a pill bottle label with the name scratched away.

I know healing ain’t simple, it’s a long, rough climb,

But I miss the version of me that felt alive in my mind.

Still I’m holding on tight, even when I feel replaced,

Trying to find the part of me that meds haven’t displaced.

Bridge (soft, floating, almost whispered)

I’m not broken, just blurred at the edges,

Trying to rebuild myself from the cracks and ledges.

If I feel hollow now, maybe I’ll refill someday,

Maybe this quiet is just part of the way.

Hook (final, slightly softer)

I feel hollow, like a capsule they cracked and drained,

Medication in my veins but it’s numbing my name.

I’m tryna find myself somewhere inside this haze,

But I’m lost in the quiet that these pills always raise.

Outro (gentle, reflective, fading)

Maybe one day I’ll wake up and feel aligned,

Like the person I remember isn’t trapped behind.

Till then I’m walking slow, trying not to disappear,

Holding on to the hope that my real self’s still near.