[Intro — broken whisper]
Don’t tell me it gets better.
Don’t tell me I’m enough.
You don’t wake up inside this head.
You don’t know what I’ve become.
[Verse 1]
Every morning feels like evidence
that I survived another night I didn’t deserve.
I look into the mirror and see
every promise I abandoned,
every person I disappointed,
every fucking failure wearing my face.
They told me a man should carry the weight.
So why am I crushed underneath it?
They told me a man should protect what he loves.
I can’t even protect myself from my own head.
[Pre-Chorus]
I tried.
God knows I fucking tried.
But every road I touch collapses,
and every piece of hope inside me dies.
[Chorus]
My head says the world would be better without me,
that everybody I love would finally breathe.
That I’m nothing but weight around their shoulders,
another broken man they never fucking needed.
I keep begging for a reason
but silence is all that answers me.
So I scream into the darkness:
WHAT THE FUCK IS LEFT OF ME?
[Verse 2]
I’m ashamed of the blood inside my veins.
Ashamed I couldn’t become someone worth being proud of.
Every day is another fucking reminder
that whatever I give
is never enough.
I’m tired of failing.
Tired of apologizing.
Tired of watching myself become
everything I promised I’d never be.
[Breakdown]
LOOK AT ME!
Tell me what you fucking see!
A man?
A failure?
A goddamn disease?
My mind has already passed the sentence.
GUILTY.
For every failure.
Every weakness.
Every person I let down.
GUILTY.
And every night that voice gets louder:
“YOU DON’T DESERVE TOMORROW.”
[Bridge — desperate, nearly sobbing]
I don’t need another empty promise.
I need somebody to hear me breaking.
Because somewhere underneath all this hatred
there’s something still screaming—
PLEASE.
Please tell me the voice is lying.
Because right now
I fucking believe it.
[Final Breakdown]
I BELIEVE EVERY WORD.
EVERY ACCUSATION.
EVERY REASON MY HEAD GIVES ME TO HATE MYSELF.
But believing something
doesn’t make it true.
And God—
I NEED THAT TO BE TRUE TONIGHT.
[Outro]
I can’t promise tomorrow.
But I haven’t disappeared tonight.