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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Wake up
Heavy in my bones
Same four walls
Louder than phones
Every little thought turns into doom
Head feels bigger than the room
Try to breathe but the air feels thick
Scared of the way my mind plays tricks
Walk to the mirror
Don’t know that face
Eyes like a storm I can’t erase
[Chorus]
My head like a balloon
Yeah
It might blow soon
Fighting every shadow in a crowded room
I don’t wanna go back to that dark cocoon
So I hold on
Hold on
Hold on
When it’s all too much
When it all feels wrong
Every single second feeling way too long
I don’t wanna go back
So I grip this dawn
And I hold on
Hold on
Hold on (hold on)
[Verse 2]
Make a joke so they think I’m fine
Laugh it off
Push it down inside
Nobody sees when the noise gets loud
I’m sinking quiet in a screaming crowd
Hands shake
Scrolling through my phone
Looking for a sign I’m not alone
Whisper to myself
Just stay
You made it here
That counts today
[Chorus]
My head like a balloon
Yeah
It might blow soon
Fighting every shadow in a crowded room
I don’t wanna go back to that dark cocoon
So I hold on
Hold on
Hold on
When it’s all too much
When it all feels wrong
Every single second feeling way too long
I don’t wanna go back
So I grip this dawn
And I hold on
Hold on
Hold on (yeah)
[Bridge]
Yeah
Some days I break in two
Heartbeat racing
Nothing new
But every time I’m pulled that way
I write my name across the day
Little wins like armor plates
Tiny lights on awful days
If I’m here to curse the sky
I’m still here
I’m still alive (still alive)
[Chorus]
My head like a balloon
Yeah
It might blow soon
Fighting every shadow in a crowded room
I don’t wanna go back to that dark cocoon
So I hold on
Hold on
Hold on
When it’s all too much
When it all feels wrong
Every single second feeling way too long
I don’t wanna go back
So I grip this dawn
And I hold on
Hold on
Hold on (hold on)
[Outro]
Head so loud
But I’m still here
One more breath above the fear
I don’t have to win tonight
Just don’t let go of the light
Details
GeneratedJan 25, 2026
Duration3:32
LanguageEnglish
Style
pop, Dark modern pop with intimate male vocals, close-mic’d and fragile in the verses over sparse synth pads and soft pulses; choruses explode with big drums, soaring harmonies, and distorted bass to mirror the mental pressure. Subtle vocal doubles and whispered ad-libs heighten the intrusive-thought tension, then a final, stripped outro leaves just voice and a single swelling pad for a raw, unresolved fade.
Credits
Prompt byUrbanVocoder94
ModelAria v5
Prompt
Use to self-harm thoughts on going back to it but trying to fight through my thoughts everyday, feeling overwhelmed, exhausted, tired my head hurts, my brain feels like its getting huge everyday, pop
