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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Mug ring on the same old page
Clock clicks like it’s counting me
I check the door
Then check again
Can’t trust my own memory
Words bite in the kitchen light
You roll your eyes
Say “here we go”
I’m stuck in a loop in my living room
Arguing over nothing I can’t show
[Pre-Chorus]
Every breath feels crooked
Every thought’s a test
If I say it once
Then say it twice
Maybe I’ll deserve some rest
[Chorus]
I’m losing who I am
Piece by piece
Every little doubt dragging at my sleeves
Everything feels wrong
Nothing sits right
Chasing some clean line in the middle of the night
I’m looking for a way out
Stumble and fail
But I keep going
Keep going
Pale and frail
I’m losing who I am
But I’m still here
Somewhere under all this fear
[Verse 2]
You say
“Just stop
It’s in your head”
I wish that’s all it really was
Hands raw from the rituals
Heart sore from the damage done
Apologies on repeat
Like records that refuse to end
I’m sorry for the fifth time now
I don’t wanna be this kind of friend
[Pre-Chorus]
Every door feels loaded
Every light misaligned
If I count it out
Then count it back
Maybe I won’t lose my mind
[Chorus]
I’m losing who I am
Piece by piece
Every little doubt dragging at my sleeves
Everything feels wrong
Nothing sits right
Chasing some clean line in the middle of the night
I’m looking for a way out
Stumble and fail
But I keep going
Keep going
Pale and frail
I’m losing who I am
But I’m still here
Somewhere under all this fear
[Bridge]
Maybe I am not this monster
Maybe it’s a liar in my brain (mm)
If I sit inside the silence
Let it shake
Let it ache
Let it rain (oh)
[Chorus]
I’m losing who I am
Piece by piece
Every little doubt dragging at my sleeves
Everything feels wrong
Nothing sits right
But I’m still standing in this ugly light
I’m looking for a way out
Stumble and fail
But I keep going
Keep going
Cracked and pale
I’m losing who I am
But I’m still here
Still here
Still here
Under all this fear
Details
GeneratedApr 6, 2026
Duration3:27
LanguageEnglish
Style
pop, Smoky indie-pop ballad with raspy British female vocals, brushed kit and warm bass. Intimate dry verse vocal over muted electric guitar; pre-chorus adds dusty keys and airy pads. Chorus blooms with layered harmonies and a slightly distorted lead, toms pulsing low. Bridge strips back to voice and guitar, then returns to a final, raw chorus pushed just into saturation., female vocals, indie pop
Credits
Prompt by
Rin
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Prompt
Raspy british female voice. Smoky indie pop. im losing who i am-ocd has driven me crazy. stuck in a loopacausing arguments. feeling ‘wrong’ nothing is ‘right’ looking for a way out i fail but keegoing
