[This kind of song works brutally well with sparse production at first—just a pulse, maybe a low detuned pad or heartbeat kick—then letting the second chorus swell without turning triumphant. No fake victory laps. Just endurance.]
“Hold the Floor”
I’m counting cracks in the ceiling
Like they might teach me how to stay
Every breath feels borrowed
Every thought wants me to pay
My heart is a siren
Won’t shut up, won’t slow down
I’m shaking in the doorway
Of a mind that’s burning down
I can’t breathe
I can’t breathe
There’s a weight on my chest and it won’t leave
I can’t breathe
I can’t breathe
Every second feels longer than it needs
If you’ve ever wanted silence
Just to make the noise behave
If you’ve ever needed saving
But didn’t know what to say
These ghosts showed up uninvited
Tracked mud through my head
They tell me I’m a problem
They tell me I’m better off dead
I’m getting lost in my mind
I’m afraid of what I’ll find
Every thought’s a loaded gun
Pointed backwards all the time
I don’t know if I’m strong enough
To carry this through the night
I’m still here, I’m still standing
Even if I’m barely upright
I can’t breathe
I can’t breathe
I’m clawing for the calm underneath
I can’t breathe
I can’t breathe
But I’m still counting—one, two, three
Sometimes it’s just too heavy
Sometimes it’s just too loud
I wanna step out of my body
Disappear into the crowd
I wanna let go of the terror
Just long enough to feel
That this pain is not a prophecy
That this panic isn’t real
Save me from myself
Before I tear me apart
I don’t need fixing
I need a light in the dark
I’m scared, yeah, I’m scared
But I’m still holding the floor
If I can make it through this moment
I can make it through one more
I can breathe
I can breathe
Even shaking, even weak
I can breathe
I can breathe
I’m still here, and that means something to me
[Female Vocal]
[Outro]
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