Noose named hope

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.”