Verse 1
Parys walks through a world gone cold
Numb to the touch, just 19 years old
Heart full of glass, mind full of knives
Every smile he fakes just bleeds him dry
The voices don’t whisper — they scream in his head
Telling him daily, “You’d be better off dead”
He stares at the ceiling, razor in hand
Thinking, “They’ll only cry ‘cause they won’t understand”
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Pre-Chorus
They call him dramatic, say he’s too soft
But they weren’t there the nights he got lost
In the bottle, in the pills, in the rope by the bed
He’s already buried, but nobody said
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Chorus
He said, “Maybe tonight I’ll take my last breath
Trade all this noise for a silent death
A jump, a cut, a final note
Signed with a noose I carved from hope”
No goodbyes, no final call
Just blood on the tiles and silence in the hall
A boy named Parys, broken and bruised
Sick of life that he never chose to lose
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Verse 2
He dreams of sleep where no one screams
Of drowning in his own bloodstream
Of fire alarms that no one hears
Of caskets lined with childhood fears
He wrote a list:
1. They lied.
2. I tried.
3. This world don’t care 'til you’ve died.
Now the gun’s in reach, the room is dim
And the only ghost he fears… is him
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Pre-Chorus
“Be strong,” they said — he wore that mask
But no one ever stopped to ask
How many nights he begged the floor
To swallow him whole and close the door
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Chorus
He said, “Maybe tonight I’ll take my last breath
Trade all this noise for a silent death
A jump, a cut, a final note
Signed with a noose I carved from hope”
No candlelit vigil, no morning prayer
Just a boy they forgot, gasping for air
A soul named Parys, cracking at the seams
Trapped in a world that murdered his dreams
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Bridge (Spoken, breaking down)
"You don't know what it’s like to drown
While everyone swears you're fine
To scream without sound
To die before you ever cross the line"
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Final Chorus (soft, empty)
He whispered, “Tonight I’ll find some peace
A way to make all of this cease
No more pretending, no more fight
Just silence, and maybe… that’s right”
But even as he let the bottle fall
Something in him clawed through it all
A whisper in the void, cruel but true:
“Parys… they don’t deserve you.”
