Intro (quiet, spoken) Lights off… room cold… same thoughts never do what I’m told. I don’t fight the world — I fight the mirror. Verse 1 I wake up already disappointed in me, like I failed before the day could breathe. Every step feels forced, every smile rehearsed, I don’t know what hurts worse — truth or hope first. I replay my flaws like a highlight reel, slow-motion moments I can’t unfeel. Everybody says, “you’re too hard on yourself,” but they don’t hear the voice that I live with. I hold my head down, keep moving forward, but resentment follows me like an escort. I don’t hate life — I hate the skin I’m in, hate how I think, hate how I spin. Every promise I make feels thin, every win feels like I cheated to get in. I look confident, but that’s just the mask, truth is I don’t like who I am when I ask. I don’t need enemies — I brought my own, judging every move like a broken throne. I stand in the smoke of who I used to be, asking how I became my biggest defeat. Hook No mercy in my head tonight, every thought sharp, every doubt precise. I swing at myself, don’t miss the mark — turn self-reflection into self-destruct. I don’t need chains, I don’t need flame, I punish myself just saying my name. If this is a war I’m stuck inside — tell me how to stop hating who survives. Verse 2 I say “be better,” but I never rest, turn growth into another test. Nothing I do ever feels enough, I raise the bar just to watch myself fall. People say, “give yourself some grace,” but grace feels fake on my face. I learned survival, not forgiveness, learned how to endure, not how to live with it. I hold onto anger like it keeps me sharp, but all it does is tear me apart. I confuse discipline with self-attack, call it “drive” while I break my back. I see my reflection and look away, like eye contact might make me stay. I don’t trust praise, I don’t trust calm, peace feels wrong when it lasts too long. Still I stand when I wanna fold, not ‘cause I’m brave — I just don’t know how to quit, how to change my skin, how to stop being cruel to the person within. Bridge (low, vulnerable) If I’m quiet, I’m not gone — I’m just tired of carrying on. Not asking pity, not asking relief — just wondering if I’ll ever like me. No crowd… no sound… just me when nobody’s around. Final Hook No mercy in my head tonight, every flaw loud under perfect light. I don’t need fists, I don’t need fights — I break myself with words I write. Maybe one day I’ll make it right, learn to see myself with softer eyes. Till that moment, I breathe and stay — learning how not to turn away. Outro (spoken, worn but steady) Same mind… same skin… but I’m still here trying to live in it. Not healed… not whole… just breathing… and letting go.

No Mercy