Prompt / Lyrics
Verse 1 Therapists talk like they know my name Like pain fits neat inside a frame I’ve swallowed hope in measured doses Watched it rot behind my focus Meds made me quiet, not okay Turned my fire into decay I’m not cured, I’m just restrained Like a loaded gun with a bent safety Pre-Chorus They say “calm down,” like I don’t try Like I don’t bleed just to survive I don’t snap—I corrode Slow collapse, heavy load Chorus There’s no safe place inside my head I white-knuckle every thought instead My emotions don’t ask, they take They kick the door in when I’m awake I don’t lose control—I feel it slip Every second, fingertip by fingertip Sometimes the dark gets the best of me But it never gets the rest of me Verse 2 I know the signs, I see the wave I brace for impact, try to behave One memory wrong, one nerve exposed And I’m back in a body I don’t control I don’t scream, I internalize Turn panic into deadened eyes If rage had fingerprints, they’d be mine Pressed deep into my spine Pre-Chorus They praise restraint like it’s peace But pressure doesn’t equal release I don’t need saving, I need silence From the thoughts that practice violence Chorus There’s no safe place inside my head I white-knuckle every thought instead My emotions don’t ask, they take They kick the door in when I’m awake I don’t lose control—I feel it slip Every second, fingertip by fingertip Sometimes the dark gets the best of me But it never gets the rest of me Bridge I live between explosion and freeze Between “hold it together” and “drop to my knees” Control is a myth I chase in the dark While I’m duct-taping cracks in my heart If I let go, I lose it all So I stand here, back to the wall Breathing through teeth, jaw locked tight Surviving myself every night Final Chorus There’s no safe place inside my skin I fight wars I’m not meant to win My emotions circle, wait, then strike Like they’ve been studying my life I don’t break loud—I decay slow Carry hell wherever I go Sometimes the dark gets the best of me But it never gets to bury me Outro I’m not healed. I’m not calm. I’m controlled chaos Still standing.
Tags
pop, male
Duration
3:10
Instrumental
No
Created
1/28/2026